Throughout my life, I seem to experience what I call encounters: meeting people I never saw before and having some type of connection with them. Various things occur under these circumstances. Sometimes I keep in contact for at least a while with these people and sometimes not. This week I am going to post several of these poems. Here is the first one.
In Line at a Fast Food Restaurant
glowing in a brown face
Intricately carved silver cross
Crisp, snowy linen shirt
He’s lost weight.
“Gorgeous brown man.”
“In case no one has told you lately,
He walks off to meet
the pregnant woman in the corner.