Some encounters are so short they almost don’t count. I see someone on the street, eyes meet, we exchange a look, a nod – and then it’s over. We’ll probably never see each other again. But just for that moment …
THE STUDENT
camera in hand
he paused to study
cherry blossom
I waited
at the stop light
until he focused
the lens
the light
changed
I drove away
I don’t know
if he took
the photo
but he turned
smiled at me
A Summer Father … poems as deceptively simple and cunning as a sniper’s bullet. This book is a Remembrance Day poppy. Dave Margoshes
How ironic that you send out a poem with this title, with a picture of me on it, the day after I am offered, and then given, a student discount (no student id required) by a cashier at a local store. lol!
Priceless! And you don’t even look like a student anymore!
Nice poem, Joanna. Congrats on all your successes.
Deb@ http://debioneille.blogspot.com