She barged in the shop door
straight at me, was aware
I was there, stopped short,
side-stepped, ploughed on
all without meeting my eye
or even my face, intent
beyond me. I was obstacle,
thing, irritation in her way.
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ReplyDeleteInk runs from the corners of my mouth
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
~Mark Strand
Thank you for the warm welcome. I love the Strand quote!
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