3 JULY 1964, Page 19

Meeting Again

It was raining. That much I remember. Warm rain that only damped my skin. Seeing you, unexpectedly, across the street I wished my hair`were neat. You crossed, we talked. It seemed Like any other meeting, when our quick retorts Were only clumsy signposts for our thoughts, Should I have known this was to be Goodbye? Could I have guessed? When everything seemed rhythmically right.

With I'd known—I could have watched you out of sight.

1nstead I waved and smiled and left you, thinking

Already of tomorrow. Remembering the rain I feel the hopelessness, the hurt again.

LEE I. kNGLEY