Sonnet for a Woman at Sugar House Coffee

She appoches me while I’m in line.
“I don’t want to cross any personal boundaries,”
she begins, making me a little nervous,
“but you look beautiful” and I forget what I was ever

afraid of. I forget everything I once thought was important.
I’ve been floating around like half a sad raft
all my life only to find the missing half
surrounds me at all times and every place. I thought

I’d been drifting without a port to aim for. But I think now
we are each other’s port. We are eachother’s direction
and when we dare to cross into international waters,
when we acknowlege our boundaries exist and, bowing

in reverence to eachother, we cross them, only then
will any good to come of ourselves.

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