flowers in her hair

seeing her walk away

like that,

in a huff,

like a clock

swaying

back and forth,

in her heels, reminded me

of a girl

i knew in San Francisco,

back in

the Haight Ashberry years.

bell bottom jeans,

beads,

flowers in her hair,

her eyes a Pacific green.

she was something else,

and now that i'm

free again,

i might find her number

somewhere.