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.