I have perfected the art of avoidance
Just the same to cross the street and offer greeting
a turning up of the corner of our mouths
He is an awfully thin man
with army issued glasses,
a warm hat with ear flaps
a bobbing walk
and a hunching standstill to wait for his two dogs to pee.
And me?
I am eager to look my part.
At night
he is writing a poem about me
or himself…
Where I am the thin man
with glasses and stocking cap
walking my patient, harnessed cat.
