Divergence
There are two disparate worlds,
That often verge
By unexpected happenstance:
The past in one
The present in the other.
The latter, in covert disguise
Large black broad-rimmed hat
And shaded eyes,
Glides past
Ducking her head
Avoiding eyes.
Do not pry with your polluted fingers
Into the fragile peace--
This world
Unscathed by obligations,
Hurried pace, worries words, endless to-dos--a laundry list of
procrastinations.
We catch a glimpse each other
As if through rear view mirrors
A pretension of not seeing,
And part ways untainted,
Hoping that neither took offense.
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