on the green

in a daydream
gazing outwards
through the window
away
a girl danced
across his meadow

in sunshine
light
billowed her skirt
while she turned
and turned

a pirouette
on flowers
and on the green

as she danced
she stepped closer
he could see her
care-less
care-free
she smiled

a few rounds more
until she reached him
and laughed

took his hand
in her hand
as invitation
so he stepped
through the glass
into his neverland

twirling
around each other
they danced
over the flowers
upon the green


© Frank Prem, 2017

March 2017 Poem #24: the slap

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