I saw an old man
Sitting at the side of the road
And he reached out a hand
I looked into his eyes and saw a young man
Or a soul that has not yet caught up with the shell
And we danced
Closing our eyes
Dancing in the street to the sounds of the city
And when our dance was over he smiled
And I saw in that smile a young man
I walked away, then turned around
Not sure why I had stopped
No one was there
Just and empty spot on the street
And a flower dancing in the wind
January 25, 2002
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