Love Stories in Stolen Glances

March 5, 2010

Wrote this in the airport in Panama City – I have no idea who she is, never will – that’s the beauty of it, I wager.

Love stories in stolen glances

lost souls star crossed

scruffy bum rebel,

your cause – what became of it?

You’ve let it run wild

like hair

like life

just how you like it.

She’s speaking French now,

lying on a bench

sunglasses on

hidden in plain site

drab scenery

plane sight.

You’re staring boy

she catches you

a smile

a wink

Two bored

to board.

Boarding call.

She’s gone

and think of what

in that instant you saw:

hopping planes

fleeing free

Anything, everything

a perfect runaway life.

silly rebel boy –

love stories like that

only work in bad poetry.


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