Fetch

With someone else in mind
I thought of you

stalking Rochelle around the Fair grounds,
infiltrating families, separating couples.

You never touched, not salt skin or clothing,
one of the fluid mass.

Appearing accidental, you were beyond every projection.
Such intense nonchalance.

Did you intend fear?
delight?

I was amazed to find you behind the face
of my quondam friend.

The glint of blue neon off a parked car:
you met my eye.

Note: I heard the word “fetch” from a crowded hallway. Although I had it in mind in it’s sense of ghost or apparition.

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Posted on 2010/09/09, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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