anna
esse

brown hair
henna
eight thirty in the morning
in her eyes, it is dawn.

in the room
behind her i sat
silently watching
the wind

a light walk
face pretty as any other
until
i met her eyes.

brown, deep as the ocean
bright as the sun on the sea
she smiles at me
(am lost and dazed)
and goes away.
i don't think
i shall ever see her,
but our spirits have embraced.