At the Corner of Third and Broadway

He spied her as squatted in a doorway

wielding a bit of canvas to keep the rain at bay.

She stared unseeing, eyes unfocused.

He wondered if she looked into the past.

 

He too looked back, seeing her as she was–

Clad in white satin,

Hair spread across his pillow,

Sweet voice murmuring his name.

 

 

Susan Aylworth.

At the Corner of Third and Broadway is a post from: Adventure and Learning