She stood there in the fading orange yellow light
turquoise bikini in a setting summer field
dressed in water as she watched
the young man watch her,
that certain age when a girl knows
she’s working on the moves to capture
the joy of a young mans mind and soul
as she ducks under before surfacing
to seek his eye once more.
I had been there once so very long ago,
yet not as practiced in my shy girl routine
which was ingrained and boys
were merely a passing thought out of reach.
She smiles and looks away as the yellow slips lower
and the crowd on the jetty
seemingly like camels in a desert background
stand and look the other way at the show
while a young girl turns and walks beyond the waves
to the waiting shore beyond
without a backward glance
grabbing a towel around her slender growing frame
and disappears into the night
moving without a sound
as he watches her slip between trees
vanishing beyond view
and the sun too bids adieu
to the critics who gave a glowing review
of the now ended show
and perhaps a boy now dreams this night
of a pretty blue two pieced girl with long brown hair
and curves that work the night moves
into a memory.