Girl dressed in black, her sweater draped casually about her shoulders.

I am drinking a coke, sitting cross legged on the curb. From across the street, I wonder what she is thinking, What she does for work, what her house looks like. Does it have flowers around it? She has nice hair, it is just past her shoulder, and it might be dyed, but I can't tell from here.

I bet she likes bagels, she looks like that kind of girl. That is a good thing, bagels are tasty. they have that hard chewy outside that makes me really like them, that is the part I really like, it is cool. Not like a muffin that just kinda is no work to eat, those are no good.

But man, yeah, she looks like a nice person. Just one of those girls who are give and take, not one that does all that dumb crap that drives me insane. The reason I gave them up all together. Wonder what she likes to do, is she a reader? does she like to play music? what kind of music does she listen to?

Her hair is really nice, I bet it smells nice too. It is the kind that you could just get lost in, the kind that when she is asleep, you could just roll your face into and lose yourself, the kind that makes me want to talk to her. To see what she is.

I have got to talk to her, wonder if she is seeing someone, it would be hard to believe she isn't, but who knows? Okay, here goes.

Now we are in a shop, having a bit of lunch, and she is talking to me, about what I haven't the foggiest idea, I am still wondering if I could lose myself in the hair....bet I could. It is nice. and I sneaked a smell, and I was right, it is great.

So she is a teacher, I could see that, she has that kind of disposition. And she lives alone and likes bagels, am I good or what? Still, tell me about your hair, that is what I want to know. Tell me that your heart was broken, tell me that you want to lose yourself among the flowers of the field. I don't care if you teach school, I don't care if you went to wherever for school, those are inconsequentials.

I want to know if you feel, if you dream in color, if you wish to see the alps in winter, if you want to see the moon on a wednesday, if you like cream in your coffee, not what you think about the lastest thing.
Because those are going to be gone tomorrow.