Like the girl that I saw on the side of the road
she lay face down with her arm tucked under herself
she had on blue jeans and one small sock
she wore white sneakers
though they lay fifty yards from her feet
she had strawberry-brown hair, if there is such a thing
she wore a rubber-white Remember bracelet
she had on a t-shirt, nothing fancy
just a t-shirt
just jeans
just sneakers
just plain white ankle socks
she lay face down with her arm tucked under herself
she danced beautifully
she had a voice of honey
and an even sweeter laugh
she cooked wonderfully
she had a face of Spring
and an even fresher smile
when she smiled her cheeks blushed every time
I used to just watch the red
rush to and wash from her face
Just sit and smirk and watch
the red rush to her cheeks
as they raised swiftly
her eyes wrinkle
her dimples catching the light
inside their weaved basket of beauty
Just sit and smirk and watch
the red fade back into freckles
her nostrils flare with new air
her eyes glowing with new warmth
like a fire with fresh breath
It's strange how little she looked
like the girl that I saw on the side of the road...
Later realized that Tim O'Brien's chapter 'The Man I Killed,' in his novel, The Things They Carried, had heavy influence...
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