she's beautiful
when i watch her at the baseball stadium
from four rows down

i have never been to a baseball game before.

we are only here waiting for a ride from a friend
whose older brother is on the team
waiting for the game to end so we can leave

the game holds a little interest
and can't hold a candle to her
her curling hair
the shape of her face
the shade of her shirt kindly contrasting her skin

i try not to stare
but i probably do anyway

i have never seen her again
and i am certain i never will
but the memory still comes to mind sometimes
when i try to figure things out

girls are pretty