The girl with the untied shoes

Met my eyes from across the room.

I looked away and when I looked again

She was talking with others.

Rocky Road stained her lips,

Her sisters stole her attention.

I moved closer, cleaning the table behind hers,

But she didn't even look up.

And then, as they were leaving the ice-cream place,

She met my eyes again.

And I, instantly entranced,

Never forgot the look of her hazel eyes,

Or the way the sunshine splayed across that golden hair.

"The best alchemists don't turn lead into gold; they turn the world into words." -William H. Gass

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