Author Richard Brautigan We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something-- Tags car hair wind Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Log in or register to post comments