Pretty On A Bench

A casual brush of hair off a smooth forehead. Absently twirled fingers in a dark mane of tumble and curl.

Twirl. Twirl. Brushed bangs, then twirl.

A girl with a smile of perfect white pillars, straight and proud, behind nervous lips of pink. The smile of youth. A beating heart and twirling hair. Twirl. Twirl.

Twirling fingers in dark, round curls. As she twirls and sits, I wonder:

Does she smile for hope?
Does she hope for love?

Sitting pretty on a bench. Lost in a daydream of life. A carefree, spinning life. Perhaps a future with a man. One man. Strong hands and deep voice. A mystery to her. A shadow of a mystery.

Twirl. Twirl. Brushed bangs, then twirl.

Twirling fingers in dark, round curls. As she twirls and sits, I wonder:

Will she twirl at 20?
Will she twirl at 40?
Will she twirl at 80?

A casual brush of hair off a smooth forehead. Absently twirled fingers in a dark mane of tumble and curl.

Twirl. Twirl. Brushed bangs, then twirl.

A young girl. A young, daydreaming, hair-twirling girl.

Sitting pretty on a bench.