She came to me unlike any other.
A wisp of origin blown apart by her eyes like
The golden brown of sunlight in late afternoon.
Completely and utterly caught
Within a millisecond of her smile.
Her face, framed by long black hair,
Instantly projected all of her: genuine and genuflected
Straight through to my Honesty –
So I began to speak with vulnerability of truth
As though the world stopped all around us,
And we were the only two people alive.
At Fourth & Broadway by the foot of palm trees
My life changed forever,
Where her smile is still carved
At the root of my soul.
© K. James Ribble