a road to cross
she was standing to my right by the side of the road
– already on the road when we stepped forward, on the light
there must have been others, we had the sun over us
close on my left now, halfway over, and she turned to me, that dark hair
we looked at each other. into each other.
– and she turned away, off on some work, her work.
I moved up and bumped her, soft, on her elbow
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How come we never forget some of the people we have never met?
I met her alright pk, you know how sometimes a person in a dream is someone you’ve loved and lost .. just come visiting – I wanted to touch her.
How do we ever let them know, and do we ever visit them?
dylan had an answer to that – his view anyway
If you see her, say hello . . .and until then, Happy New Year.
for her to talk to a stranger you need to be wearing BIG diamonds and have an attitude