She spins the world
round her hips
and much as I'd like to watch
I'm not the child I once was
who stared at the sun
because he was told not to
Each revolution brings
a responsibility
to turn my head away
before I start leering
to turn my heart away
before I start loving
I need to take the advice
of my six year old self
and simply tell this stranger
how her hula hooping
is making it okay
to stare at the sun again
Talking to celestial bodies
isn't my style though
so I'm left smiling at her
an aimlessly amiable smile
letting her know I'm watching
from so very far away
from so very far away
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