A Poem by Lily Espinosa

Not for the first time have I fallen
For a man named A.
Soft in character, strong in mind
I know you could be mine.
Gazing at you through the crowd
I wonder, 'what was the colour of your eyes? '
The seemingly trivial pursue and pester.

What!
I am startled.

Are you looking directly at me?
Singled me out as I have you?
Or is this just another trick of the pestilent longing,
The silliness that I’m harbouring.

I feel a light must hover above my head.
It reveals my newest treasure.

2 November 2007 15: 16