In the Moment

She flirts with boys and men.
Forgets where she left her pen.
Works in the bookstore across the town.
Likes it best when the guys come around.

Drinks in bars with billiard balls.
Dances with her girls and nearly falls.
Laughs out loud in a fire burst.
Practices pick up lines, well rehearsed.

Goes to yoga to try to relax.
Stretches her mind, her body
and tightens her …
just ask.

Jogs around the track
way too late at night.
She’s a jumble of emotions,
none of them is fright.

She’s crazy busy
and has had her fill.
Would love a place to write
up on Beacon Hill.

She likes to fish and dance.
Take the bike out for a spin.
Likes to find her way out
of the trouble she gets herself in.

She’s an artist.
To some a sinner, to some a saint.
She’ll be the first to tell ya
that either one, she ain’t.

She just lives her life in the moment
and lets the moment take her there.
She’s feels alive in the moment
the moment she has no care.