Monday, November 17, 2008


Irises lock.
Across this wide space.
Mine icy lavender and blue.
Yours warm brown and gold
And just for a fleeting moment,
We connect.
Unspoken words,
Rise above the din and clatter.
My hands grip tighter,
Comforted by the warmth
of the styrofoam coffee cup.
Embarrassment creeps up
Face flushed with pink chagrin.
I smile beneath my skin.
Nothing will come of this, I know.
Self-imposed reality
as my tongue is marred by shyness
and a reliable lack of confidence.
But only for a moment.
We connect.
Antipodean irises.
Yours warm brown and gold.
Mine icy lavender and blue.

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