Road hazard

the miles i run are long,
and twice,
were filled
with thoughts of you. . .
two times
i've seen you on the road,
and once,
i think i caught your eye,
hiding smugly
behind your dark, dark glasses
pretending you didn't see me. . .
i turned and stared,
then watched your drive away
with the afternoon sun
striking fire from your hair.

1987