when you're busy walking, a bag of fresh fruits and veggies in each hand, walkman humming, the sun shining, wearing your favorite cords and track top and you spy...

the guy with disheveled hair, dark and punky, art tee-shirt and blazer and he's walking towards you...looking at you looking at him, eye-balling him from head to toe.

you smile
he smiles

i am thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes
are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
iron&wine

and it's over in a flash, in a whisper, in half a second. and you're happy 'cause you've connected in one small way to another person that's alive, aware, awake, and amused at the entire affair that is life.