early morning dreamer

shirtless and
confident,
she strides down
the March sidewalk
with a nice
chest,
upturned grin,
walkin
as
I spill the coffee on the table,
look out,
fumble for the camera,
give up to get an extra look at her walkin' by,
she goes over a smashed pile of dirt,
towards Main,
she has to be high out of her mind,
heading towards the lines
and fast darts of moving traffic,
as the glorious mounds of flesh on her chest
bounce to the rhythm of her feet,
and
there's a message on her back,
'CUFF ME. IT'LL BE THE CLOSEST YOU'LL EVER COME NEXT TO ME.'

I pour another heapin' mug
and
toast this morning
woman
with
her
guts
and

glorious

skin

givin'
the lucky eyes
that catch
it

something we'll
never,
ever forget around these
parts ..