glimpse

i want to kiss someone
and taste chocolate icecream
those cold, sweet, summer-filled kisses...


. . . . .


just another
messy-haired
starry-eyed
naive
would-be badass
chick
waiting for her break


. . . . .


for just a moment
a door opens
across the street
through a window
and another doorway
and i watch
the silhouette of a woman
putting up her hair

another door closes
and suddenly
she's gone again