• poems,  poetry

    how i wish we’d met.

    dirty frozen pavementpristine lines of whitefootprints melt intoconcrete path passing strangerscold windpink nosesand visible breath narrow walkheads buriedin rhythmof clumsy steps fleece and woolenelbowsbrushing oncefor just an instant a gentle toucha quiet nuzzleof elbowa moment of spark no glance backto watch her gojust softwarm weeks passthe walkwas lonelycold and wet watched feetold canvassnowflakeson pale denim nervous chestfeels heavy as sheglides past mequiet and fragrant sudden rush ofsweat and anticipationthat gentle nudgeof elbow that rushlingers onhours daysmonths years a lifetimewritten inthe touchof an elbow. j.