Monday, April 10, 2006


Late Night Walker

Her hair was black, cut short like a boy's.

Soft rain on the shoulders of her jacket shimmered amber in the streetlight.

Just for a few seconds the distance separating them diminished.

He saw her face up close and sharp as if they were together in the same room with no glass mediating.

Her eyes met his and there was a feeling of oneness between them.

For a half breath of time he knew her, really knew her, and his consciousness of her knowledge of him was so intense that he felt naked.

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