She came into view yesterday, briefly
on Ninth Street. We waited together
at the stoplight. I absorbed the sight of her
like I had emerged from darkness to feel the
sun. We crossed as the light turned
and I resisted the urge to stop and watch
her continue on the other way.
on Ninth Street. We waited together
at the stoplight. I absorbed the sight of her
like I had emerged from darkness to feel the
sun. We crossed as the light turned
and I resisted the urge to stop and watch
her continue on the other way.
All I ever get is a snapshot, a glimpse,
a momentary sighting. She comes and goes
as quickly as a star shooting across
the night sky. But like the star, the sight
of her remains in my mind, heavy like the taste
of chocolate on my tongue.
If only I could collect the snapshots and fill
an album, and linger in the pages as I had lingered
on the street corner. Then the collection of single images
could become a moving picture, a bonding of varied
stills to create something vivid and monumental.
Like a movie star, she will never be real.
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Hey,
ReplyDeleteWould you believe I've run out of compliments for you? (well for your writing anyway). All I can do is repeat what I've said before.
did you have fun watching the awards last night? Did you watch those? I saw your favorite show win whatever award it was they won - and I enjoyed watching and knowing who they were (well just the one actress really). I told C as much.