Lucky it’s a small town 

Lucky coming home we got the same tram.

All for a wave, beautiful.

Back at the rave I waited a long time to talk to you

Then we talked

Shadow and light 
made a golden square that covered your left eye

It was beautiful 

I asked for a photo and you declined

Then I felt fingernails

soft trace lines on my right

arm.

Really nice

Height

Eyes 

Meet 

not far from being 

horizontally 

aligned

You told me your name it was Hawa.

‘Bout yours?

You might 

not rememba’

Mine.

Lanier BM