by Harry



You wore the rain

And I saw you
from my bus window—
leaping over puddles,
stepping through the door
to sit next to me:

Out Of Breath,
dripping black roots with
diamond shining eyes.

“Hi” I said. You turned
your head halfway….
“Hi” you grinned to me.

And, when accidentally
you began to speak—

In Portuguese,
Darling: I knew we were in
a love story.
by John Feaster

2 Comments to “PORTO ALEGRA”

  1. Nice ending. Some languages seem more ideal than others for love stories although I am sure there are love stories in all languages.

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