I saw her. I was sitting in a tavern front window and I wished I could pass between the glass. She wore a lime-green-faux-fur hipcoat and tight red pants and I saw her walking there, head down against the crowd of noon-time laughter, eyes bright, alert to sounds of footfall, faster, around her. But my stare, my stare stopped her and I wished I could pass between the glass. She looked so familiar. I have known her before. My stare stopped her and I wished I could pass between the glass. She had a businessman’s briefcase nearly up her ass. She broke the pace of the footfall highway, that sidewalk race. She was cursed at, pushed sideways but, our eyes were locked in a frozen frame of time and space. A distant recollection peered through me from her face and I wished I could pass between the glass. She looked so familiar. I have known her, I have known you before. So I saw her and wished I could pass between the glass but, isn’t that always the way? The moment is there and it’s great and then it’s gone away before you can even consider what to do… deja-fucking-vu. But, I will look for her or that moment in another when distance floats into focus and that whisper of subconscious mind. But, I will catch it next time. I will hold it, hold it, hold it just like that sublime poetry that always stays with me. She wore a lime-green- faux-fur hipcoat and tight red pants and I saw her, in a momentary glance, and I wished I could pass between the glass.I saw her. I was sitting in a tavern front window and I wished I could pass between the glass. She wore a lime-green-faux-fur hipcoat and tight red pants and I saw her walking there, head down against the crowd of noon-time laughter, eyes bright, alert to sounds of footfall, faster, around her. But my stare, my stare stopped her and I wished I could pass between the glass. She looked so familiar. I have known her before. My stare stopped her and I wished I could pass between the glass. She had a businessman’s briefcase nearly up her ass. She broke the pace of the footfall highway, that sidewalk race. She was cursed at, pushed sideways but, our eyes were locked in a frozen frame of time and space. A distant recollection peered through me from her face and I wished I could pass between the glass. She looked so familiar. I have known her, I have known you before. So I saw her and wished I could pass between the glass but, isn’t that always the way? The moment is there and it’s great and then it’s gone away before you can even consider what to do… deja-fucking-vu. But, I will look for her or that moment in another when distance floats into focus and that whisper of subconscious mind. But, I will catch it next time. I will hold it, hold it, hold it just like that sublime poetry that always stays with me. She wore a lime-green- faux-fur hipcoat and tight red pants and I saw her, in a momentary glance, and I wished I could pass between the glass.

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