In Step With Her

 

My shoes are edged out over

the curb, toes

in mid-air

heels precarious, arms straight

down…slowly

wavering

at my sides…

not watching traffic

not

watching much.

Thinking of her.

A cab slides by an

inch

away

two at the most;

don’t see it until

it is

gone.

Thinking.

Be careful my mind sings

slow

over and over

don’t lose

her

attention, her

notice., her

warm smile; wry and

thinking.

Always.

The light changes…

I think I should

watch

and measure…and

get in step

with her…not

behind or

in front…

in step with

her.

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