i went to find him yesterday
between street vendors,
busy bankers and walgreens
there was no description,
facial features or scars
it was a voice, slipped like rain
on glassy oceans, sunsets
and soda fountains
i saw the purpose of this
as education of
a perpendicular woman
with too many squared edges
an unrounded chin
my hang-ups
lack of perspicacity
confidence and saddness
at being here when she felt older
it was that voice
who whips you
round invisible corners,
tears up your pavement,
skates past and you curse-
too fast, too young
too anything at all
then he laughs
it hits you between open mouthed
and a hello
so infrequent
you have to follow
to see if it's real
or a seasonal mirage
playing tricks
and when the street lights dim
and houses refurbished
put up for sale
disappeared
he takes you to that vendor
for the first anniversary of shock
kisses you in front of the new guy
who doesn't have a clue
you'd been hooked years before
Bronze trophy winner
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