Sunday, January 15, 2012

it’s true what they say


and how you never really know
someone. You meet
take hat and coat to hang
in hall and so it begins
the code of smile
eyebrow raise and all
that goes unsaid
But when they go, and they do
stand waiting in the hall
you retrieve your heart’s
hat for a stranger
whose furrow shuffle means
 furrow, shuffle, give me my hat already
to wear
And you close door on the back
Of someone
                                                new
you never          

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