Dec 06, 2006 23:17
There were lovely brief moments,
so I wrote haiku:
On the train today
I sat and talked with a child,
not yet three years old.
He did no talking,
only danced while his father
turned motion to word.
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A young woman's eye,
all I could see through the crowd,
help my purest joy.
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I saw you before!
that same pink coat and fair skin.
Next time, maybe, "hi."