Tess Phinney


Meeting - Poem by Tess Phinney

There was no way that I could know
That you would approach from around the corner
Bundled against the stormy day.
I had no heavy outer garment as you
I felt the sharp piercing wind, stinging, burning
And wondered why you could not feel it too.

Surely you noticed my outstretched hands
Waiting as a beggar waits
For some small sign of caring.
You smiled, and continued on
To the next corner.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 13, 2008



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