Was That You?

Craning your neck through the patchy glare of a window?

Ducking into a storefront to escape my clumsy doubletake?

In every colorless, ubiquitous Japanese car in every endless streetscape?

An elusive flicker desperately imagineered

A quantum possibility

A hallucination to potentiate my tortured fairy tale narrative

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