I could see my look was landing

rich people apartments now

but back then they were

just single renter rooms for us poor

one shared shitter on each floor

& I’d watch her walk by

sitting on the steps

I could see my look was landing

& after a day maybe three

we fell into conversation

her asking her questions about me

while I fumbled mumbled

gently inquired about her

we tried to find a night

she was not doing her hair

seeing her mother sisters brothers

or the cat needing de fluffing

& somewhere I lost the care

there in her eyes as she looked away

I gotta be going see you around

& I knew plain as your day

she had a new route to walk tomorrow

some other way than by here

to be found

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