While waiting
for our bag at the airport,
I vaguely notice a man
wearing a tight, shell necklace,
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You tell it like it is Max and show the reader, in the process, the depth of your own compassion and humanity. This is my kind of poetry. love Allie xxxx
Eye contact....missing in American society as we hurry past, eyes downcast, in fear that we will be attacked, or someone will ask something from us, or demand that we listen to them....and yet, the eyes being the windows of our souls, when we finally do make contact, true understanding comes along..and we embrace. Beautifully done, Max...beautifully! !
Loved this one Max, sometimes the kindness of strangers is all that people have. Colin J...
What a shocker! Shatters our delusion of permanence.