Reading

The flowers were a special shade of blue.
They were called corn flowers.
I had never seen them before.

Then I saw her eyes,
together with her corn-yellow hair
and a lovely smile,
all of this in my imagination.

I was maybe ten when it happened.
I was simply reading
when she came right up off the page,
so glad to meet me.

I remember her sixty years later:
her eyes, her hair, and her smile.
How they all come back.
O yes! After all these years!