Can we talk?
I'm new to town
and I'm certain that you and I
have not yet met.
Are you a stranger too?
It's rather soon to say
but I caught a beacon in your eyes
(or maybe hoped I did) -
wanting down those
Frosted walls of unfamiliarity.
Who knows what tales
we soon may say
of overlapping circles
of shared community -
of parallel victory and loss.
It's so soon to say,
but for now, accept this hand
as a token of mutual membership
in Pangaea's beneficent sanctuary.
Can we talk?
© 2016 by Robert Charles Howard
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
Can we talk?
I'm new to town
and I'm certain that you and I
have not yet met.
Are you a stranger too?
It's rather soon to say
but I caught a beacon in your eyes
(or maybe hoped I did) -
wanting down those
Frosted walls of unfamiliarity.
Who knows what tales
we soon may say
of overlapping circles
of shared community -
of parallel victory and loss.
It's so soon to say,
but for now, accept this hand
as a token of mutual membership
in Pangaea's beneficent sanctuary.
Can we talk?
© 2016 by Robert Charles Howard
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