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I remember witnessing
A form more beautiful than
Any I could write
Like a villanelle that had
Two profound lines
A sonnet that Shakespeare
And Petrarch forgot
To craft.

A broad high arch of whitish or rosy light
fine particles of dust
suspended.

I remember discovering
A serenity in her eyes
A zodiacal light.
Cassini awe compares none.

The long wavelength
Invisible to the eye
a sensation of warmth on the skin.

I remember her smile
An atomic bomb explosion
Of splendor
I was threadbare by
The black rain of
Yearning.

A powerful impulse
In a rhythmic way
releasing energy
or simply taking
delight
in movement itself.

I remember her accidentally
Brushing my shoulder
A ballet troupe dancing
The Firebird.

I really wish I got her name.





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