Awakening ~

She was a senior in High School,

I a fifth grader,
with an eye for her, watching
to glimpse her
coming by, afternoons
when school was over.

I liked her being so grown-up
and wanted my big brother
to see her like that too,
so he might vie
to win her over, 

as I hoped he would:

for himself— and me, 

without his knowing.