“Things like that could hide out in the back, / Things like that asking me out. / Lucky stars divided”
Things like that could hide out in the back,
Things like that asking me out.
Lucky stars divided,
Keeping out the breeze,
when the move called I could tell.
I glance at the thick trees,
Then I realized something froze.
I answer swiftly between,
Then I commanded her to answer.
I met her,
Seventeen and wispy.
She was breathing,
Then I took her palm,
She took a step.
I realized she was hiding,
I whispered “Why,”
Then I whispered; “hide!”