we sat in Washington Square Park <br />on a slatted wood bench in the sun <br />your hair was tied back <br />and your face flushed pink with little beads of sweat <br />I stared at your breasts <br />while you peeled a grapefruit <br />and we spit the seeds into your paper bag <br /> <br />we walked back to the studio on sixth avenue <br />it was time for your class <br />and I had to catch a bus <br />we kissed for the first time <br />and when I turned to leave I could have cried <br />for that moment which would never be repeated <br />it's the damnedest thing how they never repeat<br /><br />Lee Crowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/washington-square-park/
