a line of 1's 

Saw the curly haired dream
Come over a concrete mass-

Over dancing lights
&
away from my neighbor,
the heat lamp.

Primed in a sky blue sweater,
She blew a kiss to all males around without
Raising a hand or squeezing a cheek.

Laughing with her angels
&
looking about in wonder-

My eyes burned into her holes
Of lust,
Yet a smile for a feisty innocence
I watched.

Went by later to see her smacking
Stale air with clay hands .. 
Left thinking there's only one
That catches the eye here
And around from time to time.

Yes,
She was one in a 
Line of ones.