Girl with Blue Eyes (I.P.)

Lost

in the crowd

she wandered

watching

the thin white line

of a gull migrate

to the other side

of tomorrow

the sun, set –

an orange orb

in a peach-melba sky.

Her dress –

ravaged by the wind,

wrapped around

her legs;

eyes,

the colour

of blue petrels

riding the waves,

drew mine...

Lost in the crowd

I found her –

a one-off poem

in a book of days

serendipity

wrote down.