The Girl In The Field

The Girl in the Field

She walks the field
barefoot and carefree
high grass brushing against
her tanned legs
and as she throws back her head
to soak up the sun,
she smiles.

He walks a tightrope
of despair
- it’s a livewire.
Too many problems
too many worries
and nobody to lean on.
He does not see
the butterflies,
does not hear the
buzzing bees.

And yet their paths met
- two unlike people
from the same part of town.
One with hopes and dreams
and a pocket full of fantasies.
The other with only
reality, hardship and disappointment
for companion.

And as he bends over
to brush the hair
from her restful face
he thinks,
what a pity.