Look at the face of the morning –

she is flushed!

She must have been out dancing all night,

maybe she hasn’t gone to bed yet –

but here she is anyway, gorgeous as ever,

and though maybe her feet are tired

her body’s deliciously soft.

She knows how to live, that girl.

I’d kiss her if I could.

Because when I look out my window, and I watch her go by –

I smile.

And for a moment all else drops away.

She’s always there,

a spray of cool water on fresh market flowers.

Always there, a girl on the bus

who makes my heart beat and lift its wings.

End of Part One

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