#749 floozy

spring teased, with her halter-top, cold drink in hand, smell of charcoal in the air
let us think she was coming home with us
then at last call, i saw her back sneaking out the door
felt a chill in the night air
hours after the sun crouched into her hide-and-seek spot of choice,
behind the mountain
i went home to sleep it off
dreams of flip-flops and frisbees
but when i woke
the world outside my window
was a blank word document