Quick Encounters
Some people are just uncomfortable
She is putting on a smile
under her mask
I don’t know if it’s her
or it’s me
She’s nice, a little hurried
Even her son’s spirit
seems lost to the horizon
They are no strangers
Some people hurry
and still
make me feel safe
mask or no mask
There is a message
tucked away
behind one’s flesh
I can meet a stranger
even have a quick encounter
and feel kinship
The lady in the Santa hat
ringing her bell
at this time of year
as if she’s always been there
She’s warm
Her message says, “Hello.”
Nothing nefarious, truly kind
Don’t get me wrong
it could be me…
Maybe I’m too approachable
encroaching in an unwanted space…
Still the angel
that went to heaven
had wide open arms
it could be me…
I will always wonder
but then I’m too old
to be bothered
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