She wept there, unexpectedly, a young woman
with a brown dog not hers, helplessly asking
How did you get like this? so openly
so unfiltered so unrehearsed so much a child.
Something had come undone and she
wept, needing to and there it was, something
I’d done or written or put forth setting it loose in her.
And where and to what she’s gone now I’ll never know.
A stranger who passed right through my life within
minutes but whom I will always remember.
