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
poems 2 die for 