Here she comes
with her cherry red lips,
and pale blue eyes,
hair flying in the wind,
bags draped over her shoulders,
carrying too much stuff.
Then she begins to speak,
and the words come rattling
out of her mouth like machine gun fire,
and the words swirl around
and around me like a tornado,
and I’m dazed.
“Are you listening to me,
did you hear what I just said?”
and I nod dumbly. Now things
are tumbling out of her bag;
you’d think she would pack a
bag with zippers or some kind
of closure, but that’s not her style
as she stumbles on the sidewalk.
Her words are still swirling,
breathe girl, breathe,
because I can’t in this whirlwind.
Being with her is like standing
out in a brisk wind after being
cooped up inside for too long.
like breathing fresh mountain air
after being in a locker room.
And She’s so adorable,
leaving her phone on the train,
losing her wallet, again (running
to catch a bus and it tumbling out
of her open bag), tripping and falling
flat while racing across the terminal
trying to make a connection.
She glows with light and beauty,
and enthusiasm, even when she’s crying,
and now she’s laughing again,
and she’s talking so fast her words
are running over each other,
and even she can’t keep up with her thoughts.
She’s genuine, you know, what
you see, what you hear, is what you get,
and it’s all pretty wonderful,
all wrapped up in this tidy,
beautiful, disheveled package.