The young girls cross the road and

suddenly your thin coat of longing, like a

veil of mist on a distant mountain, falls
away from one brief smile . ... the clouds
of one more day disappear . They carry
their beauty like a gift they offer each
other . I want to stretch it all across the
morning . Not ours ... not anyone's the
wind sights out over the trees . To go out
the gate so early , and to be so lucky . To
wish for something ... tomorrow again
they'll cross