Between the Lines

A tie left loose

The fabric still perfect

In a hurried hurricane of footsteps 

Through carpet-proofed hallways

And fluroscent-smelling lights

A crafted bouquet of intentions

Nervous or excited, hard to tell

Rushing through fountains

That turn and pause

To witness a bracelet getting lost

Among silky crevices of perfumed petals

Dwindling footsteps 

                                     Smiling Eyes 

An unravelling watch hurdled

                                     An assuring pen steadied

Paces soften

In Mangosteen framed stories

          And then the dust settled, but

                  The breeze relished something new

That was not but still was new

Ranunculus and sapphire 

And an ivory promise

In fabrics of conch and blue. 

The tie... was still left loose...

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