She's one of the guys,

And she's right where she wants to be,

Usually.

But every now and then,

She sees them eye some girly girlfriend of hers.

Just when she's talking to them

About terracing and landscape timbers,

Or the quarterback's stats for the year,

And though she's with them 24 seven,

She catches a glimpse of the heaven they long for

Somewhere else, away from time,

Away from everything.

There's a rhyme to her reason,

And when she's in season,

They know.

She glows, even in her tomboy clothes.

But one day she'll see,

She doesn't need to be somebody she's not.

She's already got everything it takes

To be the divine dandelion wine of the south 

That she was born to be.

-jenn