She--By David Austin--United States

                  She 

                                 gray clouds

                                       and black crows

                    the way she looked clear through me

  

                                    penny

                    how she walked on tip toes

                                              mixed feelings

                              her long black hair

                           that wonderful aroma

                               all about the room

  

                           everything stopped

                                               that instant

                                      she smiled

                              bridge to nowhere

                                      we walked on

                                             nothing under our feet

                                     five foot six?

                                            maybe              but

                            standing on her toes      we bond

David Austin is professional violinist and teacher, who communicates through poetry. He has played with the Cincinnati Symphony, taught at Colorado College and various public schools. He is a published author, who has been writing poetry and novels for over 40 years. His pride and joy is a shelter in which he feeds and cares for animals.  David is a member of Poetry Soup.