Conversing With a Stranger
Conversing with a stranger
Is a New York City norm,
To comment on a situation
Or to just inform.
My chat with stranger #1
Took place as we observed
A tow truck hooking up a car
Which likely it deserved…
For it was parked illegally.
My stranger friend and I
Agreed that we would hate to be
The “where’s-my-car-at?”guy.
My next exchange took place
At the St. Patrick’s Day Parade.
A woman with green gloves enjoyed
A choice that I had made.
“I like your earrings – though they’re green,
They’re subtle, yet they say
I’ve got my Irish on to hear
The bagpipes holding sway.”
We chatted then ‘bout this and that
As bands came into view;
But what’s her name or where’s she live?
I haven’t got a clue.
What I love about the city is
The choice is ours to make –
Converse or blend into the crowd;
There isn’t much at stake.
Anonymity’s the rule
Though strangers, when connected,
May enjoy a conversation
Knowing nothing is expected.
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