I met a girl

on sunday
eighty three
deli box
buying milk

 blue dress
in the window
buying grapes
she fell

lose my feet
pick her up
want her apples
blink two quarts

wish her grapes
went with milk
want her peaches
ask her name

no name
no voice
no tongue
no thank you

not grapes
go with milk
nor do apples
buy a cookie.

find your feet
blink your milk
grab your quarts
go home.

(an old collection)