27 September 2011

pretty girls play the clarinet


she was someone that i used to know
a smile so familiar
seen a hundred times
the nervous laugh was gone though
and

she was old enough to
look like another someone that i knew
the flutist
from alden
with freckles
with child

it took a minute to click we stared
not a lovers stare
not a strangers stare
there was something in there
something in between
kind
but lean
and it was difficult to say who got there first
i think it was me

she thinks it was her

                          still
she may be the exception
to the townes rule
that yellow headed women
bring nothing but pain
if i have to explain
if you think that thin air
brings fame
you might have not been listening

                                                                but
she never caused me any pain
all she ever did
was be the refrain
and i did things
to see the smile 
      time and again
it was a crush
i’m sure
deft          and           demure
she liked to show me to her sister
who never understood
but once got the laugh meant for smiley
meant for good
and that day cemented
what could never be heard
because the light eyes
and the real smiles
didn’t need the words



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