I saw a girl today,
staring at me through the attic window
of a house her grandparents must own.
Her eyes sapphires piercing the window grime.
I doubt she is interested in me,
and probably just enjoys the way the sun warms her cheek
when she presses it against the double-paned glass.
I saw her again at dusk,
brushing her long blond hair.
I thought about Rapunzel.
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