I believe her name is Monica, Millicent --or maybe Maple
Springs.
It’s probably Melinda.
What I know about her is not real
She glides above the
gardens on a glorious summer day
I can’t catch her
She doesn’t want to be caught
I try and she laughs at me
That beautiful laugh
One day one man will win her over
And we will call that bliss or love or luck or fate.
Something official.
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