Street Sparks
Poem #287 • This is where my eyes met you
Spotted in the street
the market square where everyone meets
covered in denim and plaid
a grin seems to flicker in her eyes
So we go to the place where everyone eats
talking about how even though this is the place to be
amongst so many this is where my eyes met you
and yours met me
How a moment in time could tell us so much
God only knows
In the moments to come it would only be ever more sure
that amongst all people passing by
everything that told us to keep to ourselves
to be shy
was gone the second sparks flew in our eyes
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This feels quietly cinematic. The way the poem moves from a crowded street into something deeply personal makes it feel like a memory unfolding in real time. Really enjoyed the softness and imagery in this one.