The Perfection of Beauty


Fell in love again. Looked into a mini-van.
Just beyond an old, fat man I saw
her curving, sun-glistened form
and re-aligned my life, 
like trailers in a storm. 

I took another step to make eye contact 
but then could not continue, nor go back. 
My soul's new arrangement would never 
be complete. She was just 
the contour of an empty seat.


5/9/2001