A bird flew down landing next to me.
Perhaps it thought I was a tree.
Or if you believe in reincarnation
Could be a relative wanting confrontation.
I'll never know, as it flew away
Perhaps to return on a Summer day.
Golden skin rippling
like the waters of the Nile.
Snowy, white teeth, reflecting
threads of light from your smile.
Milk chocolate eyes, blinding,
those who dare to pause.
Lilting laughter, falling
gently about my ears
for no reason. Just because