pretty girl in a small town

she’s a thing
in and of herself…
a small, perfect hem of
twilight-
the sunset that is
captivating the imagination in this place
where everyone thinks they
have seen it all before.
Grace,
loveliness,
elegance…
words lacking the ability to
accurately describe the impact she has
on something as simple as
pumping gas.
It’s just one of those things-
conditions conjuring a perfect storm-
that she ever ended up here.
Fantasies are built
around women such as this
and in an otherwise
uneventful little town
no one would normally even stop to
think twice
were she not so obviously
out of place.
it’s an assault on all sensibility:
something this precious
such a delicacy
such allure
would settle down here
and give these birds
relief from
the monotony of the day-to-day
and,
perhaps what we all feel
when she flashes her smile:
something fresh and new to sing about.