Candy Stripper
In the park's gentle morning hush,
I met a woman, a bohemian rush,
A hippie true, with spirit free,
Insisted she wasn't meant to be,
On some risqué stage. She laughed so bright,
And spoke of furry friends that brought delight,
Two dogs by her side, tails held high,
And neighborhood cats, who caught her eye.
Her humor wicked, a spark in the air,
Left me with smiles, and an urge to share,
Memories of her laughter, still echoing near.
I smiled on, walking under a sky more clear.
