Saturday, February 18, 2012

The Passing

Strangers passing on the scene:

Of daylight, twilight, aisle light.

Florescent blue sky.
Shimmering down from that ceiling of night - light.

Strangers passing, looking twice at each other.
Not with regard, Rather contempt.

Strangers passing in the aisle.
To the abode, apartment.

Away, an aisle:
The gestures of feeble mindlessness.

Strangers passing in the night.
Lit by blue light.

Shivering at the sight.
Of each other...

K.J.K.  2-27-01