She never saw me
In the bar
She with a young man
Twisting and pulling her hair
Like a weaver pulls wool into a jenny
Gold from straw
Would she ever guess my name?
I watched her from the shadows of my doubt
A troll crouching under a stone bridge of my own design
Grizzled. Croaking. A fault in the wiring.
A library where some of the books are missing pages
and the lights flicker uncertainly overhead
I look at the letter I was writing
The last line is carelessly smudged
Now it’s a cloud of gray lurking on the horizon
Is it coming or going? Will it bring rain or take it away?
I pay my bill and walk out
She never saw me.