I met a girl

I met a girl

In a sunflower skirt

She likes to be noticed

She wants to be seen

I noticed

I saw

What’s on the surface

The bits in between

But we both know it’s all a facade

All just for show

For we are soul catchers

About to let go

A word, a song, a glance, a touch

A strategic play

To capture as much

As each soul will fray

As the girl in a sunflower skirt walks away

I notice

I see

A girl

A woman

A friend

A lover

A creator

A teacher

A preacher

A delicate flower

With almighty power