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I saw you on the street
Looking better than you ever have
Dressed in crisp black hemmed pants
Your fitted orange shirt neatly pressed
You strode with such life and
Graceful abandon
That I didn't dare interrupt
With a simple
And within
A glance
To a sidewalk coin
Whose portrait
Had been scraped to silhouette
And back
Your face had melted into someone
Who looked very much like you
And in a moment
Without breathing
I remembered
You no longer
And so I stood
My feet
Glued to this particular square
Of cement
Staring after a stranger
And remembering you.
David Butler
DAVID BUTLER lives in Buffalo

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