I Met Her On a Patio

I met her on a patio she sat and read my poetry the sun was out above the honey locusts I watched her lips and fell in love she sat and read my poems to me 'neath mottled light the tree's fine leaves so porous this soul of mine her words-my own in one another's close company a warm spring breeze filled air with waves of crocus and while she read I wrote a poem a sweet one just to her from me she rose to leave as time ran out before us I slipped the poem into her purse I knew somehow she would know it's me some day she'd find those words and think about us