Her eyes cast down at her walking
feet.
The day was fair and nearly
sweet.
His saxophone played the
forgotten tune.
The shadow of your smile.
She lifted her face toward me
and soon
my eyes began to water,
and in my cold heart finally
grew
the flower of my desolate youth.
And then I walked the other
way
I had no more cause to
linger,
But now I am telling you
her warming smile
was the holy truth.
for Glen Simpson
and a young woman passing by
8th and Mass St.
March 28, 2013
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