Evening's lights of Main St.
compliment the lady.
their fingers run through her hair.
Heel strikes
in time
the great clock raining neon upon her.
Tonight she has decided
she is beautiful.
Quieting breeze
her movements
slow
down
time.
We love her
beauty.
Glimpse the divine.
Moments pass
shifted light residuum
Left us
with unlaced
melodies.