A Love Song for Sudbury Friday Night
Our gaze flashes, catches and holds,
Waiting for the clicking meter
To die and take our vision with it.
A black dress and haunting hazel
Sway beyond my Guinness.
I stare: no crude instincts
Or thoughts, just admiration.
Eyes locked we continue
With our strides and pints,
Until I rise, compelled by her look.
Her arm grasped by a friend, they depart:
An eternal farewell within a glance.
In the tent, the moon breeds shadows
Scattering images I shape into her eyes:
In the morning I attempt to write them.
I fail. I cannot recreate her
For my pen is dumb to translate
That born of silent divinity.
Then on the road,
“Now Leaving Sudbury,”
I wonder where she wakes
Imagining I were there also, only
Remembering the world when she blinked.
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