Poem seventeen – http://napowrimo.com
On a grey old spring day
a girl plays a song,
playing it her way.
Everyone sings along.
He looks at her face,
thinking she looks lonely,
will she take her place?
He hopes & wishes if only.
A laughing face gleams
at the girl & boy sittin’
to onlookers it seems
she’s well & truly bitten.
Blue and New 