a familiar face
in the montage of time
that rushed into the train.
A nameless man,
on his journey to where
I know not.
Yet there he stood,
filling me with a wave of recognition,
an unwitting friend; my anchor
in the sea of strangeness.
It's another poem. Obviously I still haven't grasped the technique, so indulge me (again). :)
Vous,
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