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A week ago when snow fell for hours,
heavy snowflakes resembled butterflies
descending on scented flowers,
and they fell on that stranger's smooth face
without bothering of wiping them off;
was she chased by an obsessed dwarf? 


I got  a step closer to say, " Hello, beautiful! "
But she hopped into a green cab dropping her phone;
how often does a guy meet a girl that congenial,
a girl who would smile...if she were in love with that one?


I ran across York Avenue* to pick up that phone,
it resembled a shattered crystal;
someone screamed, "She is a model! "
Had I been that lucky...I would have taken her on a cruise trip;
and with no name to search for, whom would I have asked for help? 


I noted on the frosty window of Hair Care Unisex Salon an ad about Agony Aunt,
" A therapist who fixes broken hearts by restoring their hope. "
But searching for people's names who weren't posted on Facebook 
would have been an impossible task, and staring me in the eye as a stranded cat,
she said, " Excitement can cause love blindness,
any naive guy can mistake it for tenderness! " 



* Hair Care Unisex Salon is on York Avenue, NYC

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