Once Again, For the Second Time
About fifty yards away, he saw her.
The first glance was nothing more than any man casts at a beautiful lady,
Immediately projecting her into a half-second-long, erotic fantasy.
But his eyes were transfixed.
She was a crape myrtle on a country lane.
Not majestic like an ancient oak,
But impossible to miss in the passing panoply.
A little closer and he was breathless.
In a beautiful place on a beautiful day,
Thee background looked staid with her at center stage.
She wore a short, frothy, white dress, clinging to smooth, bronze skin in the hot breeze.
Two boys ahead of her on the dock searched the trees and sky for a reason to look back and catch a glimpse.
A worker in the boatyard quit tinkering with a decrepit outboard, his eyes transfixed on her every move.
He was still onboard the boat,
Though he couldn't remember why.
In fact, his mind was blank.
There was something indescribable in her.
His eyes were glued to each footfall.
She was not far off when realization hit:
She is walking this way.
I had loved her once.
Now, by some twist of fate, I can love her again.
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Posted: Aug 2012