I met a girl
from iowa
in the summer
of nineteen
seventy. she was
lean, and bright,
blonde and blue
eyed.
I can still see her smile
and feel
her hand in mine.
a corn fed beauty.
I don't remember her
name.
and she probably
doesn't remember
mine.
but we had a few
days
before she left town
again
with her parents,
traveling on vacation.
she's old now.
like me.
the beauty shed
on the outside, but
I doubt
it's gone from
within.
she was that kind
of girl.
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