Ever
Clever
With
Her
Sunny
Hair,
She
Fastened
It
Here
And
There
In
Loops
And
Curls,
The
Envy
Of
Other
Girls.
She
Wore
A
Jaunty
Hat
With
A
Feather,
A
Purse
Of
Green
Leather
And
A
Battered
Raincoat,
To
Keep
Out
The
Weather.
Years
Came
Between
My
Friend
And
Me,
But
I see
Her
Still,
Ahead
Of
Me
On
Every
Hill,
Look
For
Her
In
The
Crowded
Street
And
In
The
Faces
Of
People
I meet,
But
She’s
Not
There.
Instead,
Alive
In
Memory,
She
Is
Everywhere.