She cracked a smile
That looked like Jack Kirby drew it
Her hair was too short
It barely showed up in silhouette
Sandals of plastic upon her feet
The tattoo on her shoulder
Incomplete
I knew better than to attempt
A conversational gambit
But still I persisted
Damn force of habit
We talked about cats and artists from France
Batman, Bob Hope, & interpretive dance
It was just this afternoon
But it already seems long ago
Some people you know fast
Some people you forget slow
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