How She Looks
From a hundred feet away She looks like a bright little daffodil Swaying and dancing on a summer hill From fifty feet away I can see the bounce in her step as she walks I see how her head tilts right when she talks From twenty feet away I see that her shoulders droop at the end of the day Her face looks weary, she zones out, as past the tumult she makes her way From five feet away She seems a little distant, maybe aloof I see the unkempt bun, I see the crooked corner tooth A little closer as I step I see that her smiles don’t reach her eyes Her laughter is well timed, amidst joyous lies Closer still And I see the honey freckles on her nose A glistening uncried tear, further up close I dare step closer And I see a child, in plight, perplexed Searching for her north, placing bets on herself Does she know the cracks in her armour shine brilliant? Does she know some mountains won’t move, however her spine bent...