Bredgarde saw her
Passing through the
Park in her green hat
And green dress and
Followed her with his
Eyes and she paused
By the lake and stared
At the swans and ducks
And the sunlight caught
Her face and he watched
As her hand went to her
Forehead to block out the
Sun and her other hand
Held onto her hat and he
Studied her way of standing
And took in the curve of her
Waist and hips and the area
Of her breasts and he wished
At that moment he could have
Been the sun to have kissed her
Cheek or the slight wind to ruffle
Her hair or lift her dress then as
He watched she turned and walked
On leaving the white swans and
Dull ducks and Bredgarde to their
Boring lives without her sucking
From their existence that brief
Moment of beauty and grace and
The sunlight playing childlike on
The pale soft features of her face.
BREDGARDE SAW.
BREDGARDE SAW.
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