Ships Passing in the Afternoon


She walked, one foot before the other, balancing with feline grace,
And moved like willows in a zephyr, summer pale on her face,
Then threw her hair aside, and dark-eyed, humbly bit her bottom lip.
Unspoken, all communication written through her fingertips
In calligraphic empty air.
The hour stopped.
The summer drained.
And in the silent emptiness
She lifted up her head and trained
Her eyes on mine. It wasn’t good.
I heard my heartbeat’s heavy thud.
Eternity stretched out and died
As, lost in thought, she walked on by.


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