On Passing This Girl
by Regis Boff
That girl on the street looked back at me
I still guess at what she saw.
I hope it was the of loss of me,
which left her mouth ajar.
But likely it was my car.
Rock Accountant
That girl on the street looked back at me
I still guess at what she saw.
I hope it was the of loss of me,
which left her mouth ajar.
But likely it was my car.
