gkpoetry

Nickels jingled as she spun around to face
Beleaguered riders parked along the aisle.
Propping school books against her sturdy waist,
She swayed in sync, the lurches quick, and smiled.
Ahead she saw her handsome teenage friend
Seated, trying to read as the streetcar jerked.
Losing focus before equation’s end
He noticed her, and with aplomb he perked
Up and offered his place for her to sit.
A bouncing white blouse and swirling school skirt,
A pirouette, no demurral not a bit
Into the seat she twirled appearing a flirt.
Coming to rest, she placed her books on her lap.
Prescient, she reached for his with disarming tact.