A Moment's Interlude - Poem by Frederick Kesner
where have all the people gone?
you walk past them on the street
and they stare blankly ahead
or are wrapped up in their own world
a bubble that shields them from
the oozing hurt and confusion that
is like a cloudy mist that would not lift.
how the heart hungers for that one:
that though we may remain as before
strangers walking our own way,
after a fleeting hello in the light
of that brilliant sunny morning walk
experience life's longing desire
one moment of intimate connection.
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