This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert

Friday, June 1, 2007

Days of Our Lives

Poets Who Give Their Poems To Strangers:
Next On Oprah!

Two people share a seat on a bus,
but one is having a good day,
the other a bad day.

The moral: take care
in choosing your side of the seat.

She seemed mysterious, standing there
(waiting, as was I, for an elevator),
swaying slightly, eyes far away,
smiling. Then I noticed, obscured
by her earings, the earplug, the wire
leading to her small Sony--heard (tiny
and far away, but free of mystery)
the music to which she swayed.

Back from a morning run, dripping sweat,
my reek fills the elevator. All day
people will ride up and down here.
Later, meeting me for the first time,
they will feel they've known me before.

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