llewella

The Meeting

A solitary encounter

accompanies an inflexible crowd

moulded timeless in a state of expression.

Placid, his eyes move with a status of nonchalence

as though the crowd moved in them,

rather than they in following.

Recognition.

Exchange of gestures, all the while

thoughts fold in and assemble themselves;

an ensemble of simplicity, rumaging lovely

in but two windows of himself, engaging.

Still now,

writhing trees hustling hushed acoustics

on fervent tips of their fingers flapping,

I feel these eyes unmasking myn,

egging tenderly onwards for compromised

recognition.



: Llewella