Recollections:

Alexandra  shifted her weight

in time to the point

that she was making.

She sometime stood erect-

she was always

making a point.

 

Even with a potato peeler

there was an air

of menace-

she would mix it 

in with the mash.

 

Her threats had the promise

of unwanted mail.

Of brown envelopes.

The sort that fall when

any-news-is-not-good-news arrive.

 

She would direct the traffic

of your bumper-to-bumper

thoughts:

your arguments ushered

down 'men-at-work' streets

your beliefs along

unadopted alleyways.

 

Her smile when accompanied

with that gentle shake of head

was more contagian than contageous.

She was fond of staring -

unobserved-

through open doorways.

 

Then backwards glancing

her laugh would fill 

that empty space

and with our meeting

her eyes would

adore my approach.

 

Words and image Tommy Carroll

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