Yesterday was a good day, I would say if

my words meant much of anything, my smile was
a-gash, seeing a little spark of bronze face on the ground.

"It's lucky." she said, her hair fell right in her face and I thought that maybe

I could fall in love with that. The innocent smile, the fact she was
so much shorter, and had to stand on her toes.



and I thought that maybe, I should fall in love with that.
She was yellow spring, and as we fell on the grass she whispered-
her hand on my cheek, the frail little palm


"I'll never fall in love with that."