Love Is A Dream With Wine
By Reid Baer

Her face was oval and
her eyes bright hazel brown
matching her brunette bobbed
hair bouncing perfectly
in motion with her step
through a deliberate world -
and I couldn’t help but
follow her inviting
feral energy. She
seemed to skip around the
great tree-studded campus
showing me what it was
to be consciously free
and on into the dark
theatre department
we went descending stairs
where she took her place on
stage holding out her arms
and smiling at me like
life was worth living then
suddenly she bolted
toward the emergency
door and a bell rang out
as I rushed pursuing
her onto the light green
manicured lawn and we
both fell down and we rolled
around giggling in lush
delight then we jumped up
ran hand in hand across
the street ascending a
narrow stairway to her
apartment where she owned
a private view from a
window in her room. We
shared this grand spectacle
of paradisiacal
nature so lovely, and
so pure, so pure flowing
with life in this picture …
this mesmerizing girl …
if only my few words
could paint her for you I
believe you’d love her too.
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