She sat on an island in the middle of the class,
Shivering tanned skin delightfully exposed like brown polished brass.
She sat there mellow and unique in her anonymity.
Seemingly possessing limitless equanimity.
She was not known to me or me to her.
But our eyes connected for a second or two,
And I instantaneously was disorientated by a brown blur,
As her eyes saluted me in an almost adieu,
Then were snapped from my oversolicitous view.
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