four japanese girls go silent
& stare as you walk past.

i smile to myself, even though
i'm not sure you ever had that effect on me.

for an hour or more
i fling my notes around & scribble
on lined paper.

your eyes are a piece
of magazine trivia.

i step outside to leave & see you there.
on the stool where you perched when you first looked at me
a fortnight ago.

leaning over you
while stroking your face
is a japanese girl with hair
like farrah fawcett.