The Gardener XXII: When She Passed By Me

When she passed by me with quick
steps, the end of her skirt touched
me.
    From the unknown island of a
heart came a sudden warm breath of
spring.
    A flutter of a flitting touch brushed
me and vanished in a moment, like a
torn flower petal blown in the breeze.
    It fell upon my heart like a sigh of
her body and whisper of her heart.