There You Are
Suddenly she is there,
her young face in the hurrying crowd.
I spin into a forty year old whirlpool
recall how we were
and how time has tested us both.
There she is
emblazed upon in a strangers form
and I struck high and low,
a moonbeam washed over
the edge of a timeless waterfall.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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