As a newly opened flower reaching for the sun
Your day has barely begun.
Would that I could stay here for a while
Talking to a girl without guile.
I wonder, would you smile
Where I to relate my thought?
And would I wriggle like a fish on a hook caught?
For the floor to open,
For words can not be unspoken.
“Have a nice day”
But not in the American way.
Turn, and join the crocodile
Of commuters who have somewhere to go.