Supposition Poem by John a'Beckett

There might have been flowers, violets
sitting perfect in an outreach hand
in the crowded street that day,
and offered in a style the stylists
in the good old days called grand

Spring Street after cleansing rain
in sunshine might have glistened-
not been dry and dank that day.
To your remarks I might have listened
had I not been crass, not out of hand

And our sporadic, awkward meeting
might have caught the charm, and the elan,
-not happened on the places of that day-
more given grace that's in a greeting than
the rough-and-ready and the bland.