Book on Wild Horses

Girl on a park bench In a part of town sheu0027s never been Casually leafing through a book on wild horses When a man sees her reading He says, “hello, may I ask what youu0027re reading?” & she says, “itu0027s a book on wild horses, from the thrift store on the avenue. Now tell me, how can I help you?” & he says “I couldnu0027t help but notice the sun through the trees, how it makes you glow, so I was wondering if I could, if I should, ask you your name?” & she says, “sorry I donu0027t think so... but I appreciate the gesture, maybe another time?” Then she offers a smile & he returns a frown “Another time, maybe,” he says & she turns her attention back To her book on wild horses As she thinks about the world & how fleeting it seems to be