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The boy sees the girl
from his place on the sidewalk in the rain.
Her curls are sun bright
and warm as a windowpane.
He wants to throw a rock or climb a leafy hedge
anything for a smile or a sideways glance–
her lips on his cheek,
or in the small of his back.
Her breath steams the window;
her fingers leave delicate prints.
He thrusts his hands in his pockets.

© Robin Dawn Hudechek

(Published in Hedgerow: a journal of small poems)