Hatsumomo San

November morning sun, and the air was still

We rode together up Novelty hill

She's like an angel, but her wings

Are weaved together from carbon strings

She says her name is Hatsu-something

But I know she's from Wisconsin

She loves to play, she longs to please

And when she sings, its like a breeze

Sometimes I'm certain she reads my mind

But to her ways I'm deaf dumb and blind

Sometimes she squeaks as if she knows

The weight of rando and all his sorrows

We drag in for the final reciept

As I walk away from that hard leather seat

She leaves the glow of love behind

And memories imprinted on my mind

Thanks to Amy Pieper