sábado, 24 de setembro de 2016

('thanks for the poem' poem)

Get up, quick shower, hit the road.
Whatever, whoever is out there, how
Can you ever really know. You
Break bread with a stranger,  he or
She has the eyes of someone you
Once loved.  A shadow in her wistful
Smile.  But no guile.  Perhap some
Fear.  It is hard to trust, so hard. So
Next to impossible.

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