Impeccable silk walking through the carbon cars
aligned in static red
at traffic lights,
Chekhovian silhouette veiled in a cream-colored-blouse,
a seagull's flight over the cities' web of wires
and withered flowers offered for a coin.
A surreal flash dove through my trembled flesh.
How could I know you hid
under her furrowed skin
the teeth unseen
deep in her voice
her spoken words
your love for me?
How could I know you would disguise
inside the beggar's eyes?
I was just waiting for a change in light.
P.S. Forgotten this poem remained for about four months. This story happened for real. I was in my car, in a long line, waiting for the traffic light when I saw this woman selling flowers. I waved my hand and she came to my car, smiling. While thanking for buying her bouquet, she added these words: 'May you be loved by people as you are loved by God.'
I will never forget this exceptional experience of my life, nor its impact on the state of mind.
Date: August,1,2019
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