There she goes along the sun baked road,

head back oblivious in her own world. The dull sun shining down on her brown hair, it’s fall when she appears, always fall.

There she goes oversized sweater and silly round hat, black frames, and crooked smile.

There she goes down our city street whimsical and free.  Slowing  traffic, she’s unaware, head back bathing in the seasons breeze.

There she goes, there she goes again, my life from a distance just beyond my reach teasing, capturing my soul, it’s fall and there she goes.