Haiku: Longing

July 19, 2010

Taking the dog out
again: vain hope of catching
a glimpse of her.

Midsummer morning,
early – still cool in shade of
trees below her flat.

Traipsing up and down
supermarket aisles, furtive
glance in checkout queue.

Tossing and turning
can’t sleep it’s too hot. In fact
thinking of her. Fuck it.

She comes into view
heart lurches misses a beat
adrenaline rush.

Split second glimpse of
her across the street lingers
on my retina.

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