Illusion Poem by Sherrie Lowe

Suddenly he was there amid city roar,
Pale hair accentuated by cream coat,
Was he real or an unattainable anomaly?
Nameless: A Rupert, Adam, Steven, Joe.
Two magpies, portent of joy, euphoria,
He smiles, he waves, initiates contact
Then lost from view among the jostling crowd.
It takes one minute to meet someone special,
That shared look across a busy street.
Is it meant or will it never happen?
Forever strangers or are we destined to meet?
Ghostlike, fleeting image, so it would seem,
A memory: happy, sad or bittersweet,
To evaporate like last night's wispy dream.