all the girls
with their long skirts
blowing in the spring breeze.
dark in my room.
she is sad,
won’t let in the light,
wants to go home to
the sunnier place that she calls home.
It will end soon.
I’ll be able to open my windows,
turn on the lights soon.
all the girls with their smooth legs
hidden under their long skirts
blowing in the quiet breeze of spring,
while walking to class in a hurry.