by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
Pushing an empty stroller
through the rainy streets,
it wasn’t hard to imagine
a day when there was
no one to meet.
I know that soon
the need for me will pass,
looking out at the puddles
and sidewalks of glass.
It may be on that
very next corner,
walking into a building,
weary and wet,
that I find an empty apartment,
and a doorman
I haven’t met.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.
Last updated May 06, 2016