Girl At The Window
The many men who want you now
Who crave your hand and crave your mouth
Who fear the confidence you've found
Kneel down before you on the ground
The men who humbly worship you
Were once so nonchalant, so cool
With one eye on the fields in bloom
And all the birds,
out in the bush
But now they're breaking stones and bone
When they're not waiting home alone
With one hand on the silent phone
Imagining the perfect clone
And it would look the way you did
When we were riders on the ridge
Of all the things this life still hid
When you were raw,
and we were kings
We couldn't see you then because
We thought we knew what beauty was
But now we stumble through the fog
Of memory, for glimpses of
A certain young girl by the glass
Still unrefined and blushing as
We smiled and spoke and walked straight past
Like you did when,
you saw us last
3 May 2012
poem by Jim Hogg
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