Lost in July cold with a stranger in a strange café
The chill rises and leaves from feet up to the hairs at the nape-
as a spirit leaves the body.
Cold with a stranger across the café table.
Flushes of emotions
Curling up like the mimosa
Ripples of cold leave the fingertips to the hot chocolate mug
Staring at a stranger in the July mist, icy brown eyes that tell no secrets
Words fall into the space between us into tiny crystals
Silence echoes, but a little,
the stories in our mouths do not comply.
Lost with a stranger in the July grey
Stringing laughter and marrying time gaps
Knitting experiences decades apart…in the July cold,
Lost with a stranger.