Familiar Stranger
by Suzanne Nepomuceno
Feb. 17, 2005
A quarter past eight
it's obvious, you're late
running and hustling
amidst the noisy crowd
Overslept again I see
but I don't mind
the unkempt hair
and creases on your shirt
Tell me
why I go on like this
In your world of hurry
I may not even exist
Still
you can count on me
to be here on the morrow
and the day after
at a quarter past eight
to see if you would be late
and maybe someday
I'll learn your name
familiar stranger
-=0=-
Poem was submitted by Suzanne Nepomuceno to Pinoy Poets.
--andoy
2 March 2005
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