Song
for girl in window
One
night young and poor
barely
in college
walking
by a sorority house
on
the main busy street
happening
to look up
at
a window on the second floor
with
the shade raised
just
enough for a space
just
enough to see the girl inside
dressing
her
underwear black and shiny
long
curly brown hair
and
warm-looking skin
stopping
and staring
though
shamed
by
the people in cars driving by
wondering
if
she
ever would have talked to me
what
she was like
where
she was going
what
kind of dress she was going to put on
and
for who
thinking
about that girl
many
times in the last fifteen years
when
I have forgotten the names
of
women I have kissed
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