She is 


watching the thunderstorm make the sidewalk a river 

waiting under the awning of a hotel 

holding her black heels in one hand,  her gold clutch in the other


I watched 


from the other side of the street,

from a window seat at a bar

killing time until a former co-worker could meet for supper




I walked across the street

splashing my way through traffic

handing her my umbrella


It's  yours,  I said


My hero, she whispered

half a smile 


Dreams have happy endings