OBSERVATIONS WITH CARYL
She's got me thinking that I am perfection.
Everything about her
Looks a little frayed and muddled,
From her ashy blonde hair that bobs at her shoulders
To the look of concern and bewilderment
Always gracing the foreground of her face.
Nothing hides in the corners of her mouth
Or the gleam in her eyes.
Lips slightly parted and head tilted
She takes notes, she listens, she watches --
Not like a hawk or a cat with feverish intent -
But with the glowing admiration of a puppy
Waiting patiently for its ball.