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I saw two guys
holding hands
the other day
passing by the cafe;
it was good to see
love expressed that way.

Yesterday I saw two girls
hold hands and kiss,
a wire of love
connecting heart to heart,
not something you
see every day,
nor want to miss.

A man and wife
strode down an aisle
of the store,
she moaning loudly:
You forgot the sauce;
you forgot the **** sauce.

He moaned back angrily
showing no remorse.

I stood in the magazine aisle
having a free read;
I saw him go back
for the sauce,
moaning as he went,
his mind in torment.

His wife was waiting
at the checkout,
a face of thunder,
her voice threatening
like lightening.

I read a few pages
of a music magazine,
storing away,
for a poem later,
what I'd seen.
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  71/M/England
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