on that street corner <br />next to the hot dog man <br />where the vagrant will take coin <br />'in any currency you got, lady' <br />it was two butterflies <br />about their own business, hovering <br />entwined in one another <br />that caught me <br />before you did <br /> <br />they fly <br />while men and women <br />with brisk strides <br />full of storied northern industry <br />pass, unaware of your look <br />that told me sunsets <br />boycott immortality for you <br /> <br />how you manage to strut <br />while sitting, I'll never know<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/visions-in-a-gray-shirt/
