hmmm...how did we happen?
writing in the dark I
try to remember her
French she was or
Italian
eyebrows arched in a
continental way
exotic
lashes a thatch of black
a smile that matched
the invitation in her
amber eyes
favorite of all the boys
wearing her mother's cardigans
backwards
preferring black coffee with cream
instead
of sodas
at thirteen she was
wildness
and I was her tame friend
how did we happen?
Copyright June 2005
All Rights Reserved By the Author
For Karin Vipond age 13
Melissa A Howells Meloo
straight from her Tilt-a-World
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