I sit alone on a brown bench
where a small path of paved road separates
park and beach,
still wet from yesterday’s rain.
I crave the company of a stranger
as I watch pink sky melt,
to acknowledge this life
with unmet eyes, and a fresh face.
I hand out smiles as invitations
and look strangers in the eye
as bait,
both for free.
Yet it is received with
quick glances and heads held low.
My heart turns blue.
I crave the company of a stranger
with the boldness and innocence it takes
to sit with another,
as if it weren’t so strange, after all.
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