There are these manners,
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
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.