He looked left -
he looked right –
it was darkness he was viewing
He walked a step
and then another
as he turned to face the air
His face was freckled
he was tired -
(was it youth that he was missing)
Would a smile find
his mouth and sit there
inside of him - or share
Friends - (there were
none) – yet there
were people all around him
Strangers to be sure –
as imperfect
as the day
Can I help you
someone said -
it came as a surprise
But they said it with
true feeling – with
sincerity in sight
He smiled – touched
his hat and said
thank-you – I am fine...
That moment - like
a sprinkle - (of the
water) on the plants
It made him bloom
it made him blossom
like he'd lost his need to sigh
He walked on down the street -
past the bus-stop
by the fountain
As he did
he tipped his hat
as if he was wishing someone a Good-day
How a stranger
on a corner
can determine the mood
Of an old man
with feelings that
regenerate his day.
sensualism 