Two girls sit on an old park bench
they look out at the sky
one sees sparrows in the east and daydreams how to fly
the other senses raindrops and looks up to the clouds
she curses her misfortune and can’t help but speak aloud
minutes pass and thus they wait
for the world to make a scene
they both are now preoccupied
the first girl with a dream.
she inhales all the pollen that floats from lushus fields
the second girl has allergies and can not help but squeal
they mutter fascinations
each one has their own
the first girl remarks on the masterpiece their mother earth has grown
the second girl has a pouty lip
it quivers with her mood
she makes complaints but other than that does little else than brood.
through the day the sky may change
and as it swallows up the light
the girls part ways neither one changed
one filled with dark, one bright.