Do I know you
I think, as I move down the street
One girl turns to me and then like she shouldn't
Turns away
Like we share a secret.
Another is in a solid conversation
Which I can not follow
About my clothes
About my artwork
I smile, chat about my designs
And slightly confused move on
and then my path returns to normality
Again a spec in the crowd
No mind reading allowed
About the Creator
Antoinette L Brey
I am an elder in a time of freedom. I am now retired. All i want to do is have fun. Without a daily routine, my imagination is one of my only salvations. I am not planning on writing a book, it is just for my own pleasure
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Very nice