A Girl I Saw in Brooklyn, Election Night

I think about the way
she moves
falls in love with
everything she sees
silent sidewalks
and gutters
city streets
stoplights
and strangers
the way she looks around
at the landscape
and the way it moves
almost nervous
almost profound
almost
laughing at her own words
and promises of adventures
with a couple a' poets
from outta' town

but they're not lies
maybe more like dreams
or hope
I mean
who is she to deny
one good time
or one shot
at falling in love
again and again