There are these manners,

they exist,

meant to offer some respite

for our inability to communicate.

 

Perhaps if in that sheltered

concrete, fabric, wall of deceit

we might discover some reason

to associate.

 

The honest gentleman in the corner,

holds a smile as genuine as love,

yet there is fear in the eyes

of anyone’s beholder.

 

While on a sunny afternoon,

a stroll appears to the eyes,

we can probably count on the

human conditions humor as wry.

 

I wonder about dark corners,

when fear emits its own suggestive tone,

how is it possible,

that I might feel compelled to hide.