You said
the night
Jane Fonda
walked
out of
your life
that
I walked in
I remember
crossing
the lobby
and
seeing
her
radiant
and all
we
exchanged
a
moment's
glance
in
passing
our
lips
curving
into
smiles
and
I
had
no
idea
that
she
was
connected
to
you
on
a thread
of time
and place
or that
i
was
going
to
encounter
you
next
and
fill
in
a
space
you
were
wearing
a
fringed
gypsy
mantel
around
your
shoulders
your
raven
hair
falling
onto
its
colour
rich
borders
your
eyes
deep
dark
compelling
wells
where
I would
dwell
for
the next
three
years
until
Shoshana
would
come
and
break
the
spell

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