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MacArthur BART Station,
Oakland, CA, 1979
Deserted, sunny, the courtyard
in front of the subway station,
diagonally I started across
towards the entrance,
a black man, no one I knew,
walked out; our gazes met
and an image flashed
between our minds:
arms wide, we ran to each other,
lovers reunited at last
in an embrace,
then collapsing in laughter;
movie moment over,
strangers off to separate destinations,
unknown lives;
even now the memory
stirs wonder and delight.
A Life in Poems 