In the park

She sits with her legs out,
reading a book
spread wide in her lap
and the gap between 

Her downturned face, her eyes 
absorbed, you wonder what's
made her mind so keen  

You can't even see if she's
wearing a thing down there: 
just legs, 
just waist, 
with a book
to serve skirt, shorts 
or any such
purposes

so intense
and brief underneath
that book. So you look 
at her top - what! 

She's got another book up there! 
Held outward, pages facing 

you.
She looks up, sees 
you. Her eyes say 

come read 

Actually, 
you can't read. 
She's wearing sunglasses
shaped not like books, 
but daisies.

In fact, you're pretty sure
this is Elton John. Wait
no,

no  
maybe not