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