featured in the book Good Day with the art of Gale Whitman
I live where strangers smile--
where we acquire kinship-by-encounter
on common paths with crossing points--
where the names we seem to have forgotten
are those we have yet to learn.
Rather than meet
up-and-down
ear-by-ear
by elevator,
we meet
face-to-face
on ramp and stair.
Our doorholding
gets traded among old and young--
so we need not know which we are.
Our "thank you"
(if warranted)
gets given.
Our information
(if needed)
gets exchanged.
Our frivolous word or friendly observation
(if it might fit)
might get fitted.
I live in a place with public smiles for private eyes
on common paths with crossing points.
If you know such place,
perhaps you too know me.
where we acquire kinship-by-encounter
on common paths with crossing points--
where the names we seem to have forgotten
are those we have yet to learn.
Rather than meet
up-and-down
ear-by-ear
by elevator,
we meet
face-to-face
on ramp and stair.
Our doorholding
gets traded among old and young--
so we need not know which we are.
Our "thank you"
(if warranted)
gets given.
Our information
(if needed)
gets exchanged.
Our frivolous word or friendly observation
(if it might fit)
might get fitted.
I live in a place with public smiles for private eyes
on common paths with crossing points.
If you know such place,
perhaps you too know me.
I Live Where Strangers Smile
Bob Komives
Fort Collins © 1998 :: I Live Where Strangers Smile :: ,9819
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