An aid at Highland Manor Apartment...,

who goes by the name Nikki

with whom I sometimes share
what comes to mind,
which sometimes includes
airing personal discontent
most often this wordsmith
acts as a friendly
vested trying gent

towards referenced gal
(with not an ounce of fat
on her lovely bones).

How I would be enthralled
to circle the globe with
a tall and attractive slender
reed of said woman
enclosed as the last word
within the above poem title
on a raft christened Kon-Tiki

primarily refers
to Thor Heyerdahl's famous
1947 expedition across the Pacific
on a balsa wood raft
to prove South Americans
could have settled Polynesia,
documented in an acclaimed book
and Oscar-winning film,
but also names an album
by Cotton Mather,
an expedition cruise company,
Eterna watch models, and a hotel,
which expedition, named
after an Inca sun god,
tested Heyerdahl's theory
of ancient transoceanic migration,
becoming a classic tale of courage

I see her every now and again
on the premises, whereby
we cross paths and strike up a chat
while yours truly
moseying along going
to empty trash in the bin
within the corral,
which task this
environmental minded
baby boomer laments
(contributing to global pollution -
but thar haint any nearby facilities
on par with the Transfer Station
located at 1300 North Woodbine Avenue,
Penn Valley, Pennsylvania 19072
within Lower Merion, Pennsylvania)
and/or heading to my car
to put bags of paper for recycling.

Spontaneous eruption of desire
that could not wait
until we ever passed each other
walking in opposite directions
within the storied halls
of what used to be
Schwenksville Elementary School
complex edifice erected
in ninety sixty nine

hence a whim overcame me
to write this poem
after our pleasant tête-à-tête
earlier today December
twenty seventh late afternoon
to write a poem in a dash

she happened to be heading
to a local supermarket
exhibiting an ebullient quasi-state

me, a secret admirer
just wanted to narrate
an impulsive urge for that girl
to join my very selective khalifate

and maybe by some fluke
some anonymous reader
affiliated with said friendly gal
and does not hesitate
to pass a message
that the married fellow
housed within one bedroom unit b44
(a long haired pencil necked geek)

hoping she doth not equate

such spurious electronic communication
NOT seeking a transient
one night stand
(cause my balance ain't that great
but I can swing like a whirling dervish)
cause this omnivore
would love to relish
with no exterior,
interior, nor ulterior motive
a tasty morsel filleted as chick bait.