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May 2015
I saw you, yes, a cloudy, damp day,
As you walked quietly on your way,
Your gait was hurried it clearly showed,
I wondered what it was you knowed.

No sunlight blocked your gaze direct,
Your steps beat rapidly upon the deck,
The arms you swayed, a driving force,
I wanted to walk with you, of course.

I called to you to break your walk,
Perhaps, we could have had a talk,
Or, maybe a breakfast if you cared,
I followed you based upon a dare.

My voice and gesturing was no avail,
So on your mission as I could tell,
I hoped you'd turn and smile my way,
But you did not, then another day.

Or, if I felt my bold mind to bear,
I'd sneak to you in the open air,
To tap your shoulder, would be fun,
The clouds were parting, here is the sun.

You spun around and face to face,
We both just joined the human race,
Then as I felt my hopes so fleeting,
I thanked the gods for this new meeting.

So, granting this poor lad the chances,
To walk with you while other glances,
This day is proving in so many new ways,
No clouds, no more,  a most lovely day.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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