Thursday, June 28, 2007
Passing in the night
The cool glass presses against my back as I wait. The cab dropped me off into the hot languid night too early, now just to wait. The throngs of people rush by me, I scan the crowd. A face stands out, our eyes meet. The distance between us closes, surprise and curiosity meet my steady gaze. Light banter is exchanged, queries are answered, and farewells are said. Our ways part and again I wait.
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3 comments:
I am intrigued.
Like ships in the night?
Exception- just one of those random occurrences that show you how much of a sense of humor fate has.
Chicky- Which is is better than the way things usually go. Normally it's like a ship and an iceberg not quite passing in the night.
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