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The loosened way she wore her hair,
the way it swung when she passed,
and her wooden heels on the stairs,

 

caught his ear and made him stare.
He shoved close, for she moved fast.
The loosened way she wore her hair,

 

Lord, it fluttered with her moves. A healthy mare
might have a tail like that. She probably has
those wooden heels, dancing up the stairs,

 

just to please herself. She didn't wear
a scent that he could smell, but it was late. It wouldn’t last.
The loosened way she wore her hair

 

had pulled him up behind. Although he didn't dare,
he longed to touch that waving moving mass.
Her wooden heels clicked up the stairs

 

and he let her vanish across the square.
Brooding, he walks home, his eyes downcast--
the loosened way she wore her hair,
those wooden heels on the stairs!