Long body little lips, tips of teeth and tongue talking it out,
talking it out about meaning,
talking in line at the recycling depot with hopes of exchanging a case of you for five sense.
Million dollar baby,
snarling yelling laughing lady, delicate and poised to bite,
these pretty hands which don’t hit right.
Big hug, little girl,
big joy, little tears.
Our sticky beginning from friendships ebbing and thinning,
all these moments in time to my mind she is pinning.
And the boys she knows are stubborn,
but sometimes they make beautiful sounds,
so she keeps on listening.
Such subtle glances which you flash in the photos,
I remember now pictures of my favourite strangers