Missed Opportunity
from Unwanted Visions, page 1
Petaluma, 2005
She walked through the fog
as a shadow
a three dimensional silhouette
right before my eyes,
as she appeared on the edge
of the misty curtain
a moonbeam danced through her hair,
long and flowing,
gently resting on her shoulder
a streetlamp her spotlight
in the cool damp night,
as she drew near
a smile crossed her face,
her eyes twinkled
and invited me in
lost in thought, I stumbled
and tripped on a word,
she disappeared
just as she entered my life.
