That girl

A walk to
The girl in the park
Haven't much to say to her
Haven't much of heart

She's twigging at her hair
In the middle of the square
She might be looking like a shell
But you say hell! Might as well

A walk to
Where she's standing
She's shouldered park aside
She's on now to the scene

You're whistling in your head
Got an air of daring kid
You tilt the eyes to follow
Man, she's prettier than tomorrow

She points
In the direction
Passed any muscles, brain, or eyes
The way yawns
The green of grass swoons
The blue of day blanches
All falls out
Passed what muscles can compromise

She giggles and stoops
To scoop up the goop of you
Of me
I never dreamed so wholesome
You never dreamed this pretty