She flitted by

She flitted by at night with a flash

of white limbs in the dark under her

black coat; her image burned into

my brain to return again and again

to stir me when I was feeling down.

 

In my heart I have walked that street

time and again, trying to recall her

perfectly to mind; but each time she

fades a little more in failing memory

like an ailing spirit in an old, old story.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

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