Friday, August 11, 2006

POEM: Being Touched

Yesterday something special touched him.
He isn’t sure if it was just the sweet air
of the summer day,
or a certain breeze that passed through Westerly,
or perhaps the smile
of the girl at the coffee shop.
He knows something unusual
set its hand on him.
Was it a word that one of his students said,
just a simple word
that imperceptibly brushed against him?
Was it a thought
that let itself in through the door
and tapped him on the shoulder?
Or was it the pleasant sandwich he enjoyed
as he drove through the countryside

in the sitrring sunshine?

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