Just An After-Thought Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Who are those people across the street?
They appear to be waving.
And at you.

'Someone is mistaken.
They could not be waving at me.
Before they crossed the street.
They would not speak.
Not to me.
Perhaps they wave to you to join them.'

Why would I do that?

'Why would they be waving? '

Perhaps they've learned 'something'...
That affected their lives,
While being on the other side.

'Hmmm,
Could be.
Everyone can not stay put,
To learn valuable life lessons.'

Should I wave back?

'That's up to you.
My mind is on the luncheon menu.
I think I am going to try,
That fried catfish you had last week.'

Who knows.
Maybe they've grown tired,
Of being full of themselves.

'What was that? '

Nothing.
Just an after-thought.