Just pink shrug hair held off her face
By a series of not entirely practical pins
And the world came in

One hand filled with unbuttoned sweater
Holding it open to reveal what has been
So often imagined

The other hand folding jean waist band
Down to display a dark arrow
Of animal ingenuity

Makes a man wonder what have we got here
Like Poiter said Girl blowing people’s minds
Must be your hobby