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A Wave

08 Aug

Dedicated to JP

Walking down a wide quiet street
with the sun high above,
a man approaches from a distance,
he is waving frantically.

He reminds me of poor Timmy
back at school trying to hang on till the bell
but he had to go, so he raised his hand
waving urgently to the teacher, too late.

This man is an adult though,
yet the expression is pure.
Is he not all there I muse
or just joyful to be free?

Ahead another man’s body is silent
as the waver approaches him,
fearful that this man was waving,
waving at me? Panic groans.

The waver breaks into laughter,
contagious, it is air borne,
ahead the man’s shoulders join
to the waver’s delight.

The two pass on their paths
and a brief word escapes their lips.
The waver smiles unabridged,
the other man’s stride dances

Do they know each other,
was that a charade,
or two strangers now friends
from an unbridled wave …

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Posted by on Thursday 8th August, 2013 in Poetry

 

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