Hugo had just met Samantha the week before. She is new to the Eighth Avenue scene. She is wearing a scarlet silk scarf & handcrafted turquoise earrings that droop down three inches, tickling her neck when she moves. Samantha has an assured countenance. Her wheelchair, too, has power like a seahorse giving birth.
 
on sidewalks, in cafes
titanium discs glide
creating sparks 
 
Samantha orders Darjeeling tea with a slice of lime. She squeezes the wedge into the golden tea water & it squirts on Hugo’s thumb. They begin a laughing fit, tears trickling on apricot scones. Something rearranges itself in both of them. Just like that—at the moment of lime and Darjeeling—they fall in deep.
 
flavors blend
he guides the wheels
of her bright chair