An Escalator Romance

I met her on the escalator,

She coming up, I going down;

Our glances met, a look inviting

Flashed from her merry eyes of brown.

My fate was sealed in that brief moment,

Love was at last mine to crown;

I passed her on the escalator,

     And she was up and I was down.

Again we took the escalator,

     I’d started up, she’d started down,

Again we passed, the same sweet story

     I read within her eyes of brown.

Down, down I rode and sought the vision,

     Alas! She rode not anymore;

And with a curse at moving stairways,

     I fled the escalator store.

Jan. 12, ‘09