Hilde Reincarnate

Her yellow flag she flaunts and walks
Her pony tail shakes and bobs
in waves of light, wind and surf
a tom boy by intent
not by hips nor lips nor breasts
but by every turn she takes,
and then she turns an eye on me
and shyly smiles as if by accident,
not in flirt ---
Oh not in flirt I dare not think

But what do I know?
I wouldn't know flirtation
were it to jump into my draws,
for this centennial beard of mine
has nearly reached my toes.

Still out of curiosity, I will ask;
Art thou Hilde, girl?