First Sight...

You know how sometimes you’ll look at a pictureOf a girl somewhere, taken years agoAnd half a world away, seeming to showHer happiness that instant in a flickerOf mischief or delight, and you’ll gazeAt her a minute, moved almost to tears,Jolted by the recognition: Here’sOne who might have cured my life’s malaise.Her image haunts the page, not beautiful,Exactly, or the sort that other menWould care for, but, now you’ve seen it, you’llRemember her as if she’d kissed your cheekOr walked the dawn-lit streets with you back thenAnd loved you for an hour or a week.