Circle of Encounters

Park Encounter

I watched you pass my bench,
smiling sidelong at me,
many times before
you stopped to talk with me.
The wind tousled your hair
and pressed your shirt against
your sculpted chest.  My pulse
caught in my throat so I
stumbled in my reply.
You looked up at the jets
writing vapor on the sky.
You read some answer; and nodded
as though deciding some point.
You smiled at me, excused
yourself and walked away.
I have waited on my bench,
but you've never walked by again.

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Updated last on:  2001/05/25