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May 5, 2007
Woman with Broom
Talk about surprise!
I looked left and there you were,
standing between a tree and me,
holding a $30 handmade broom,
(carved into its handle, a bearded Warlock
–your magic swept me away long ago).
“Is this the hand of God?”
Or just flighty lack of attention to detail?
When have you last approached me?
Was it really accidental when you walked
--wide awake and sober (presumably)--
to stand between the tree and me?
Where was that little mind of yours?
Not guiding your little feet, obviously.
But, perhaps you saw me...and wanted to play,
gliding next to me like I was another tree.
Overacting, you took notice of me with a choking “Hmmpf,”
a guttural response appropriate to the presence of a snake.
Without permission–counter permission--
I gave your cheek a kiss-- still en route.
And you, too, added fresh gesture to our
spare, personal vocabulary when
you waved goodbye...carelessly perhaps, but familiar as family.
A social response? Communication?
That done,
you skipped once like a girl,
gave the street a playful sweep.
And poooff.