City Sonnet
Out-of-towners in the city,
Seeing folks go rushing by,
Seem to think it’s such a pity
Their hellos get no reply.
Small-town friendliness ‘round here
Sticks out like the sorest thumb.
In this urban atmosphere,
Self-absorbed we’ve all become.
There’s no room for conversation
With a person we don’t know.
Why allow a complication
To disrupt life’s ebb and flow?
Still, we might return a nod;
More than that, we’d find it odd.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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