Thursday, May 16, 2013
From Just One Girl (Washington High School, 1965)
All the breath and the entire world in one bag for just one girl! When I was young in my prime, when I was in High School because of one look, daily look from the hallway to the lunchroom, how far above that look was truth? Brighter than a gem, that she’d remember me after thirty-years. But what was not meant to be, was not meant to be; eyes whiter than pearls…in one look from just one girl.
For Gail Johnson