A tossing red-gold day
with only two places to look—
crisp leaves underfoot
or cloud-gentled bright sky—
so the neighbor’s greeting startles.
You don’t know her, have never
talked but she has a baby
so you smile and also
say hallo. You move on,
each of you contained
in aloneness but wanting
other life confirmed.
“cloud-gentled bright sky”… the magic of your words makes it visible… I also love the last line. Beautiful!
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Being lost in thought has its own risks. Lovely way to put it.
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