wanted
.
in front of the gazebo entrance
at union square station
black, green, and red, i stood
like a flag in the wind
at half-mast, until you
tunneled-visioned me
from five long-legged
strides away, eyes holding
3…2…1..
and passing –
leaving me in the wake
of a faint smile.
that was fiftyfour minutes
ago..fiftyfive, fiftysix…
you looked like a writer
or superman
on clark kent mode
in which case, this is where
we may start falling
if you like that kind of stuff
.
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