© 2017 Jeff Guess

Markings 75

December 14, 2017

Sonnet

 

The morning is a grey station

of unknowing.

 

Someone waves to me across

a curtain of rain and two platforms-

 

I might know

but it is too dark to recognize

 

anyone outside of shadowy shapes.

Indistinct. I return their wave

 

to keep some kind of connection

and somebody else waves back.

 

I imagine today as a series

of difficult disconnections

 

where each stranger’s face

searches mine for recognition.

 

Jeff Guess

 

©Jeff Guess 2017

 

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