I.

Does she paint,

Or write poems like me,

What wisps of imagination,

And creativity buzz in her head?

I wonder as I spy her

At the checkout counter

Every other day or so

When I look and dream.

II.

She has dreads in her hair

And a hemp necklace

She wears bracelets

And her eyebrow is pierced.

Blue eyes draw me in

Like a magnet to her

But I walk past her

And we’ll never speak.

III.

If I ran into you

And we talked music

If I asked to see a movie

At the theater down the road…

If we spoke

Would there be

Fiery sparks

Like the best kind

Of magic in the world?

I can only imagine

The picture and poem

Of us unique beings together

Colorful and expressive.

IV.

And like all fantasies

Like all the stories end

And in the air are released

To float and follow