Chicago lady with the Asian eyes,
so excited, with that special basket for us,
while all around, the sun danced on pines tips.
Boiled cabbage, carrots, corned beef, rye bread - toasted.
Smiling at me.
I wanted to hold that smile in my mind, but told her instead
about the lady I found again after two years
who helped me at a time when I needed it most; inspired me,
who has no idea how much she means to me,
who I need in my life again.
She folded her hands and her Asian eyes began to cry, yet her lips smiled.
Wiping a tear,
she handed me a corned beef sandwich.
We ate in silence, as the first stars appeared above us.
I would write her a poem one day, I said.
She laughed, smiling now around her Asian eyes.
And together we finished our corned beef sandwiches.
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