glimpse sarpedon The rain was pouring by the sheet. Three flashes and thunders Suddenly struck in the distance, Shaking and startling the metal frame Of the car, speeding down the Two-lane moistened road... He watches the rain drops pool, Swiftly sliding and slipping Down the side window and beyond. His face seems so stoic, But alas, the other members of the party Are absorbed in small talk; Only occasionally does he insert a word Or two, to signal his consciousness She's in front of him, He could catch a dim glimpse of her If only he focused on the side mirror Ahead, a bit off to his right Her face has that certain aura That any glimpse, no matter how short Identifies readily that strong sense of Beauty that so few are endowed with Instead, when he is not Concerning himself with the deep downpour He ponders the impossibility --- temporal, physical, and emotional --- of discovering her in Any meaningful sense No, this is not his battle to fight And it is unlikely that he'll ever Have the uncertain fortune of Crossing paths once again 020627 what's it to you? who go blather from