Wednesday 23 July 2008

Park Bench Theories

And so she sat,
Legs crossed,
Head propped,
Obliquely,
In hands.
On elbows,
Rooted firmly,
On crossed legs.

And so he sat.
Supposedly reading,
But secretly watching,
From a bench,
A few benches away,
Wondering at what
Her pretty head,
Could possibly hold.