I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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29 April 2011

Brief Encounters


You bastard —
friendly that first day,
so I said
you could stay.
Soon we parted in anger.
Missed your thefts later.

Fellow Passenger

You sat hard.
The front seat slammed back
on my toes.
Then you talked
for the whole trip, fast and loud.
I’ll say goodbye now.

Interested Stranger

Yes I know,
you ‘re a real nice bloke —
perfect cures
for my husband’s health problems
on first acquaintance.

The Guy Behind Me

Do you think
I like that nudging
of my chair?
What long legs!
I keep inching forward, but
you keep reaching me.

Day 27 - The friendliest person you knew for only one day (I've skewed it a bit).