
I know you.
But not this time
nor place.
Quickly,
before we’re lost again.
Tossed again
to the wind.
Shadows awash
in brilliant light
await the opening.
A pucker, a dimple
so easily missed,
just a nod.
Then you’re gone
leaving nothing
but flat plain.
And the endless gray wash
of limbo.
© Chagall 2014
