Caught In The Act


Strolling down my lane

Keeping to myself

Attending to my agenda

Just being me.

You intersect with eyes gawking

with nothing valuable to offer

Daunted by my indifference

Caught in the act, with silent scorn.

Missing a route for new friendship

when a simple salutation would have only been humane

Instead a prejudgment that repels

A disgusted display that derailed common pleasantries.

Too bad.

We could have been well acquainted

Narrowing our indifference

As I continue to stroll...

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