As I walked up the pavement, up the slight hill
to the traffic lights at the crossroads outside the station,
I saw her waiting to cross.
Or rather, I saw first, her laugh..
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Ain't no lady reading this.... but one humbled, touched reader, enchanted by the message of this flowing piece, the analogies within, and the powers of observation clarifying the message. Superb, M; I love this genre of your work. t x
Oh Michael, what a moment...laughter across the way...songs have been penned about such a moment. This is a pleasure to read, to taste your awareness of life. Raynette
Wow, thank you very much. It is a pure delight to read a great work like this. If there is such a thing as being a professional poet, the one who wrote this is indeed a veteran. Take care.
What a beautiful moment you captured and what beauty you made me see in that moment, in that laugh at the crossroads. Your poem is so rich in observation and reflection and it has such a beautiful flow in its language. It matches the spirituality of that moment of perfect unity. I really enjoyed reading your poem - it will stay with me for a while. Magda