a second

i could not tell
if it was
her [eyelashes]
my [heart]
or the very [ground beneath me]
that fluttered
when she made eye contact
across the crowded street
but for a second
then gone
there was a mystery
/a wonder/
that seemed to suffuse
the still world
in the(golden nimbus)of dream

as if nothing had occured at all

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