Two poems, no context

… Because busy and travel, but still Lent. This is the post for days 18 and 19.

Day 18, “Götesborg”

parallel lines never meet.
woman in a fur coat strides by.
huddled figure under coat hugs the pavement.
she, head covered, begs at bridgeside.
this one time i offered half my bread, and we looked at each other.


Day 19: at the airport

Sometimes you get in a line simply because it is there.

you don’t want to miss anything

after all, anything good demands a line.

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