Across the room she appears, re-appears
in between shoulders,
I synching my pace with hers,
waiting for the cue, racing to the spot
where she would take that 60 degree turn,
make that brief glimpse,
a stealthy scan for a familiar face
behind people's back,
to stand in place, intercept her code
printed in her eyes.
In the clearing, in suspended time
we interlocked:
her pupils dilate, lips pout,
cheeks rise
as the crowd refills the space
between us,
she, disappears like lightning
in the clouds.
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