Staring at the one
Waiting for you
On a street corner
In the middle
Of that forever
Unknowable
City.
You
Watching
Her pacing
In place:
The white sun dress,
The looking in every direction,
The infinite hands and fingers,
The chin pointing this way and that,
The blinking eyes peeking out
beneath the hat,
The tightened, exposed toes,
And her endless peering
Through the forever moving
Crowd.
You think
To immediatly cross the street,
To Go to Her;
But then...
You stop.
For a moment
You just stand
And stare
At that moment
Recording the
Almost impossibility
Of that other being
On the corner
Across the street.
And you watch her
Still so young,
Though she will
Not believe
In this
For herself
So your memory
Will remember
for you both,
Just as
One day
You alone will love
The two of you
For you both.
And not one
Shadow
To be found
On this afternoon,
And she
With no idea
You are there,
Until
That moment
Her
Neck
Twists,
Her head
Turns,
And
Through the
Throng of
Human bodies
She sees you
For
The first time
Again.
No matter what happens
Now
You will not forget this.
New York - 9/7/06
