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A Moment at the Louvre, 2010

(poem)

With map in hand and Mona Lisa in my heart,
I joined the mass of harried tourists scurrying
From wall to wall of gilded frames. My eyes entranced in art
Until from my periphery you stood, perusing.

I moved right in a small intentional dance
Impulsively and without thought — ugh, amateur guile,
But then successfully, our eyes did more than a fleeting glance,
My cheeks felt warm. I managed a smile.

We stood close, face to face, enough for an embrace,
But seconds left with only our smiles. (Sigh!)
I still remember the moment, and not attempting with grace,
Any human greeting as I passed you by.