… 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.