DOWN THE STREET

DOWN THE STREET

heavily disguised
beauty herself in person came
walking past
   neither close nor
giving a wide berth

to me
did not speak:
not a word
not a glance

best response possible
given prior
misadventures
seriously sad encounters
(though one or two
with great physical
moments
    memories burned
into my consciousness)

all of which colluding, conspiring,
to stick me here in
this rather unique
place as
unique places go

beauty always
heading down the street
moving away
from me

heading into the distance
leaving to me to remember,
kill the dream, forget