
Briefest Encounter
There was a fleeting advance of recognition
then a rapid retreat behind shuttered eyes
He recalled a juxtaposition of bodies and beliefs
that fell apart in paroxysms of ingenuousness
She recalled a relationship doomed
once adolescent fantasy gave way to reality
He recalled an acquiescent neophyte
misguidedly diverted by irrational perceptions
She recalled a self-opinionated prig
Who confused long words with original thoughts
Robert Eccleston
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Robert Eccleston
would be pleased to hear them.
