Last night I dreampt that I was walking
down a sidewalk grey
shoe scuff slap
And through the bright glass
of a cafe's lettered
and spice scented window
I spied a girl
dressed in white
and dressed in black
who spied me back
She sat at a table
cupped in the clutch
of boistrous friend's laughter
Her pleasant length
curled in the chair
as a vine entwined
on a wrought iron railing
A soft and solid curtain
of dark hair fell to frame
moon eyes and high cheekbones
astride a generous breadth
of mischievous mouth
Hers was a beauty
not classic nor classifiable
but one which pulled me out
by the roots none the less
When our eyes met
she stopped along with time
and inclined her head
along my lines
a slight smile curling
the corners of her mouth
Her eyes sparked
My heart leapt
The darts between us
fired true targets met
in mutual surprise
Yet I
embarrassed I
doubting I
eschewing I
broke no rhythm
on the sidewalk grey
shoe scuff slap
I walked away
but my heart stopped
and it stayed

cae 1-10-06