On the streets we two pass.
I do not know you.
I did not see
if you are -
fat/thin,
dark/fair
young/old.
If we should pass again
within the hour,
I would not know it.
Yet -
I am committed to
love you.
You are part of my city,
my universe, my being.
If you were not here
to pass me by,
a piece would be missing
from my jigsaw-puzzle day.
-Mararet Tsuda
From a children's book: This Place I Know, Poems of Comfort
1 comments:
I like this and it's so true--the people we pass by everyday and don't pay attention to but notice their space when they are gone.
had to look twice at The Corinthian. I always enjoy the photos you have of downtown--they look a little foreign and exotic to me--haven't worked there for quite a while, but pass the Corinthian every day. Nice shots of the streets and the trees. AnnieH
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