She looked about 60,
Blond, sunglasses, thin,
Head facing forward,
Intent on avoiding eye contact.
Uncomfortable without a prompt.
Dogs and small children make
potential bridges.
On my morning constitutional,
Rose, on a short leash, allows
me to say “Hi”.
I am at least middle aged,
Unless one expects to live past
150.
I got no response when I greeted
the blond,
And my second good morning did
no better.
Another “middle aged” man
Taking pity on my abject defeat,
Offered a sympathetic
“That’s OK, I’ll say good
morning”.
Accepting the spirit of his
message
I loudly addressed the entire
planet:
“Good morning world !”,
While wondering about the 60
year old blond.
Old men with small dogs
Do not usually suggest a
mugging.
I wasn’t wearing a bathrobe,
So I wasn’t likely to flash her.
She may have been planning
The murder of her fucking
husband
And was simply too self-absorbed
To hear the man 5 feet in front
of her.
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A young man was waiting in the
wrong line.
Knowing I was in the right line
Before he was in the wrong line,
I prepared for battle.
I moved forward with MY line,
Planting both feet firmly,
Waiting for my adversary to
protest.
He spoke....
OK, he didn’t speak.
He laughed at himself
For being in the wrong line.
And stepped in behind me.
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