Spoil

On the Street

heard in passing: that was back
when I wasn’t afraid of anything

only time to note: blond,
handsome, a few lines

& a quick glance at the man
whose hand she grips:

pale, eyes focused on something deeper
than the ground in front of his feet

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Thoroughly enjoyed this tonight.

Congratulations on your new subdomain location.

Peter - March 12th, 2009 at 2:50 am