Jan 30, 2011

State of the Poem

A Fleeting Glimpse
She walked in the distance
Through the river of people,
Floating on the current
With the poise of a swan.

I pursued just to see her,
All other thoughts evicted,
Forgotten in the moment
Of a fleeting glimpse.

Though the day was ordinary,
And the crowd oblivious,
Sun followed like a spot
Of calm within the storm.

The end of this rainbow
promised more than simple gold,
A lifetime's bounty
In a fleeting glimpse.

Into a coach she climbed,
Raising its worth by her presence,
A dream, no more than
A fleeting glimpse.