08-17-2013, 11:07 AM,
(This post was last modified: 08-17-2013, 11:08 AM by Swansteel.)
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Swansteel
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RE: Haley at the Cosmopolitan August 15-17
A moment captured in time (a prose poem).
In a space of massed humanity, sometimes a small, quiet moment can linger in the mind's eye in a way that makes loud sounds and bright lights fade to the background.
Before my eyes small fingers and sparkled fingernails hover, holding in their small grasp a marking pen's silver cap. The gesture is unnoticed by everone else as the turning cap spins before my eyes.
Haley is talking to someone else and her hand is held generally behind her. For one timeless, eternal moment all my eyes see is that cap, and small fingers and golden fingernails, and I am utterly captivated.
Eventually, time restarts itself, and I reach out and take the cap from Haley's hand. She never had to acknowledge the moment and continued her other conversation. But it was a moment that no one else could share and that flickers it's small light brightly in my mind.
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