Wearing an ankle bracelet <br />On the steamy July afternoon, <br />She walks in the sunlight <br />On a stone-paved road <br />Along an ancient avenue <br />Of insouciant flowers. <br /> <br />Her bracelet shimmers <br />In the rising waves of heat; <br />Youth is a glorious sweet breath <br />Inhaled with connoisseur-like relish <br />And exhaled in the magical perfume of excitement. <br /> <br />One has to gaze at beauty <br />And live in that charmed essence vicariously <br />And be transported to past, joyous <br />Experiences of exultation.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-i-would-follow-her-like-a-puppy-dog-through-the-streets/
