Strangers
I’m reading Malcolm Gladwell’s book Talking to Strangers.
S-urreptitously, you are a stranger to me.
T-ogether we might gather reconnaissance.
R-egardless, a barrier exists, sometimes devious.
A-ngelic smiles meaningless, until circumstances probe,
N-earer and nearer the truth…what truth?
G-rand idea that you can read my mind —
E-ager to become friends...
R-elish the idea — I’ll sell you a bridge, real cheap.
S-o I surrender to love my neighbor and my enemy for God’s sake.
10/11/2019
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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