Monday, July 14, 2008

a conversation: probably with a girl

one of your eyelashes was perched precariously,
and i watched it shake and flutter.
one askew hair in an otherwise perfect line.

and i watched your lips, hoping you didn't notice
that i wasn't exactly looking you in the eye.
your mouth twitched, i stopped talking
but you didn't say anything, and we sat there silent.
i was still looking at your lips. i stopped.

looking at my belt, i followed a line in my corduroys
until i lost it in the chaos of wrinkles around my knee.
focusing on an ant next to my thigh, i watched it
and it walked with a perverse sense of direction.

i wondered if it knew it's way home.

rubbing your eyes, you got to your feet.
you walked away, i watched the soles of your shoes,
and on the ground next to me i saw your eyelash.
suddenly i realized i knew every inch of your face.

and the sun was going down, subtly.
there was no splendid sunset, just gradual gray
casting the longest shadows down the sidewalk.

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