Preoccupied at the parking meter
calculating how many quarters I would need for 45 minutes of time,
I was distracted by a low purr from the street.
I glanced over and my heart did a little dance.
white hip length jacket,
knee high boots,
red lace skirt.
My inner 20 year old, the one I haven’t heard from in awhile –
(since I took up a sensible rain coat, coin purse for parking meters,
and bag for library books,)
If I was twenty-something now,
I’d want to be That Girl.
(have you seen your inner twenty-something recently?)