A sleek black Mercedes

pulls up to the curb.

A man in patent alligator shoes

steps out from behind

the tinted glass.

Men in black rush to his either side.

A brightly painted girl

offers up her bouquet.

The man in alligator shoes

weighs his options,

nods his head.

Flowers are purchased,

the girl is taken.

Her eyes speak of shadows:

ice shadows

somewhere in the heart --

darkened, suppressed images

like old black & whites

put to flame,

curling back upon themselves,

churning black

before open eyes

-- forever lost

in no time at all.