as i
stepped up off the bus
a welter of faces and raindrops
arose like mist
my eyes
do not meet head on another’s gaze
hair and backpacks
were like.. memory
assault upon the senses that feel the world
my tears
arose like mist or raindrops
as i stepped up off the bus
totally inappropriate
but their eyes
reminded me of something or someone.
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How well the title and poem are matched in conveying the verses content…well done.
thank you, we’ve all had our deja vu now and then..
“but their eyes
reminded me of something or someone”
a sort of languid mystery in that. the eyes carry the secret to the soul. maybe they, too, carry the secret to the world.
xx
languid mystery i love that.. and such a nice thought that not only might our eyes have secrets but perhaps answers within them as well… and also perhaps for the world.. maybe, just maybe, that is why i always look so deeply within them