Driving in the dark,
Hunched over your car
like a protective gargoyle,
hating every drop of rain.
You saw her.
In a chance glance to the side,
You slowed.  She’d caught your eye,
A girl in a red skirt (down to her ankles)
Sheltered under the looming roof (like a grudge)
of a long-extinct petrol station (like your heart)
Dancing between the pumps.

Did she mesmerize you?
Would you pretend not to care?

watching her skirt ripple, watching
as she spun.
She dances,
not caring who is watching.

She knows she has no friends now left to lose.

October ’05


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