I remind myself
Everyday:
A little music
A little dance
Even better:
A lot
Everyday:
A little music
A little dance
Even better:
A lot
I heard
But did not hear
You exiting the door
And my eye
Was on a scooter
For which I’d waited
All the lines
Are precise
And pristine
As to seem
An architect’s model
Atop his desk
Then I notice
The tiny figures
Taking photos and selfies
In your presence
I deliver myself
To your mysteries
A shawl
A dress
A woman
Old?
Yes
An old woman
Blending into the landscape
Now gone
Faster than you’ve read this
And soon enough
Forgotten