For C.

The poet wrote this to an old acquaintance from high school whom he'd always had a crush on, encountering her years later and finding her even more interesting and attractive with the passage of time. Alas, she was already committed to another.

For C.

suddenly you've been promoted to about the speed of light.
a bright, brisant spark that hearkens memories
buried like the old yearbook you didn't sign
as I was too shy and in awe
of the all-too-perfect incarnation
of whatever of the muses domained dance.
avatars are not meant to be touched.
but thought upon
quite oft
and remembered soft
with a pleasant smile of fond recall.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.