July 22, 2008

  • That Time We Met

    You would have to start

    with her green eyes

    that day we met.

    August heat,

    thunder clouds parting

    the minute she

    walked in.

    Frozen there my memory,

    a short skirt, a bright smile,

    the summer sun

    a spotlight!

    Just offstage in the wings

    waiting to make

    my grand entrance

    a hello.