on the wet pavement she perceives.
Behind her, unknowingly,
flowers frame her face like glasses.
She walks to classes,
unaware, like the flowers,
of smouldering glances.
You and your absent attention,
your world stuck in spider-web suspension
see only the color of the sidewalk's leaves
reminding you of a childhood game you'd like to play again.
So in your weightless head
you ask the red rover
to send me running
full speed into your determined arms.
Music: Sufjan Stevens - Holland (despite the title of this poem)