Cracked

Rain falls lightly while
Through a cracked window
I watch her brush her horse.
She's wearing
A red cotton peasant dress and
With her long hair
Hanging down
She looks like a Goddess.
My daughter thinks
She's a princess
But she's just a cute girl
I met in a bar two weeks ago.
She has quite a temper,
She's smarter than I am
And makes more money than I do,
Managing rich people's money.
I knock on the window and wave.
She smiles and waves back.
I read her lips
Through the broken glass.
Get in here, she says.