I dropped my draws! <br />And instantly... <br />We did not care, <br />Where they were! <br /> <br />I drew her in my mind! <br />All the time. <br />On my canvas! <br /> <br />I caught the sunlight on her hair. <br />Dew dipped in the mornings, <br />To glisten. <br />With a hint of tint... <br />Captured by the setting of the Sun. <br /> <br />And after I was done... <br />I would collect my drawings, <br />To begin my long walk home! <br />High on Russian Hill. <br />In San Francisco. <br /> <br />And she rushed around from Chestnut. <br />Brushed against me... <br />As I turned to lose sight of the Wharf. <br />We bumped! <br />And I dropped my draws. <br /> <br />Scattered they flew into the street. <br />She noticed her image, <br />On nearly all of them. <br />She looked at me and grinned. <br />Within an instant... <br />We fixed our eyes. <br />And neither one of us cared, <br />Where my draws were.<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-dropped-my-draws/
