Head Back Hair Dancing
The woman I really am is a familiar stranger on the street.
We walk by each other
Shoulders
Oh…so…close…
And just
miss
We turn our heads back,
Almost sure we know each other.
Like two lovers in slow motion
Gazing to the other side of the crosswalk at rush hour.
One day, I’ll stop her and say
“We haven’t met each other, but God we belong together.”
And with her head back and hair dancing
I’m embraced in her laughter
As she asks,
“What took you so long?”
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