Not From South Dakota

“I like your face”
Is what I said to her
I adored the way
She moved through space
Sad, as it would occur
A boyfriend already. I, kept at bay
Dead flowers next to an empty vase
Courageous me — never to defer
Flight of a wingless blue jay
Imprinted: expressions from her face

For Hat/Kat/Katrina/Trina from Texas and Iowa. …Not from South Dakota

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