the o - fishul .....!...................

Today,

while on the train:

I saw a youngwoman whose face seemed as though she could have been hewed by spirits from wood

sanded in so many steps that all separation of grain and splinter melted into a consistent hue -

and rubbed with oil so that she shone.



And I found myself almost-despairing that I was not alone...

and that I had no tears...

so that I could weep the pleasure of the seeing.