stepping off the curb...

turning off all power of thought

disparaging of meaning itself

stood he, at the corner of main

and fruit-what? having no other thought

but that of she whom Southwright had



previous been conversationally engaged  had

 previously

 found hamstrung and given over

to the south moving sun at the cold  edge of

the skies mirror and atuned to the usual banter...



had then thus spoken the one single broken flower, a pane of the thoughts eye



a word or two, from her, from her!,  his left or

was it his right foot jarring down off of

the curb...



 she whom his dangling body above the very street

had suddenly felt and left with, effused with

"a certain lightness"

a gamboling lift of all things simultaneously as though

earth and automobiles and a sudden dog and a man sweeping

the street

were present most beautifully ...given to Southwright

by this chance meeting of a young woman on his sunstrewn street

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

feels like a deep etching in silver filigree~ the art of heart on a screen of bright whites and deep shadows~ that feeling you describe of entranced nirvanic trance at love's light chanced is beautifully faceted and embraced in a waist of words~

[Emily B]

there are depths you haven't even explored yet

it is a beautiful journey

[...]

. unbelievably beautiful and poignant words about a magical encounter ... inspiration can be anywhere ...