IN SIGHT

Blue eyes,

Like ice in a crevasse.

No blinking.

No twitching of either brow.

No chewing on the corner of his upper lip.

One, slow, deep intake of breath through that aquiline nose.

One, slower, controlled, exhale out through those same nostrils.

Then only his back,

shoulders squared,

passing through the doorway.

Slamming screen.

Gone.

 

3/26/18  rJoHerman

 

 

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