Wide, shining eyes beam
A smile to him through
Glass and patina as the bus
Pulls her away.

Then, moment forgotten,
She pulls out the paper
And those same eyes peruse
The state of the world,
Distilled into black on white.

Happiness and wonderment
Give way to a seriousness
That will someday age
Her youthful face as she
Acquires more to balance
In her increasing independence.

The lines beginning to appear
On my face are testimony to
My stage on this journey,
But I do not carry the sadness
That she began to show
As she walked away,
Ever further from the love
From whom she parted.

But the purity of the
Awe in her eyes those
Few minutes ago is the
Memory of her that will
Be evoked if I read
These words again;
A welcome bright interlude
To distract from the summer rain.

07/18/2005

Posted on 07/18/2005
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