And then there
A voice a
Wave a howdy-doo
Trailed by laughter
Like a long
Lit fuse which
Crackled and popped
And exploded causing
People to turn
You stood there
Chagrin rolling in
Like nighttime tides
The crimson bleached
Your face as
Hands cupped mouth
The immediacy of
Embarrassment is the
One single thing
That drew me
Like a moth
To your flame
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 