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I look at the people strolling along

And think reflectively.

I spy a couple passing by,

What if I were he?

If I were he and he was me

Could I see that he could be me?

Would we pause, and

Acknowledge subliminally?

Would that beautiful girl

Be with me if I was he?

We might be completely free

Or married… or both, you see.

Were he and I switched at birth

And grew up unknowingly,

This random world surely

Would’ve guided us separately.

Yet what if that’s not the case

And fate works purposefully?

We could toss aside worry

And embrace what we will be.

I look behind as they pass

And wonder, as so does he

A soft smile upon his face

His eyes connecting… knowingly.

Coming Home

Crowded bus

One empty seat- you thank God

But window’s open

And it’s 22 degrees



A man gets on

Could’ve passed for an NFL lineman

Your quick prayer

Goes unanswered



He squeezes in

You are no longer cold

At the mercy

Of distinctive odors



Relief is near

The cord has been pulled

You unzip your bag

Bus pass is elusive




Now cringing

As your son’s science project

Clatters to the floor

Beeping erratically



You’re frustrated

Some lady screams “Bomb!”

The word stampede

Is underestimating



A couple bruises

Interrogation’s not great, either

Calling your wife

Adds stress



Spirit, pride broken

Police car couldn’t be lonelier

And now remembering

You drove to work today…