Lucky

We meet on the stairs

She’s always late has

A job selling candy

On the other bank

Just before class

She sits next to me

Stretching her legs

Tight white pants feet

In and out of moccasins

Outlined eyes under almost

Orange hair something

Startlingly lioness in

Her half assed amiability

Her effortless growl

Low and Bacall

Lucky I’m so good at

Having nothing happen