Sweater Girl

bookstore coffee shop
a rainy Tuesday afternoon
I sit immersed in writing, my pen
dragging idly across the page
I look up as I see a pink halo
across the room
a goddess in a pink angora sweater
and white shorts
locks of soft reddish blond hair fall across her shoulders
my heart races
I want to walk over there, but my
legs lock up, then becoming stalks of jelly
she stands and walks away, giving me a casual smile
as she disappears
will I ever see this sweater girl again?