Member Rara Avis
Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass
An Incomplete Stranger
Heís stopped to watch the squirrel
Iím watching, and it seems more
natural to make some strained talk
than not to, mostly about squirrels
and the day, stranger talk.
Thereís a bench, but it faces
the lake, and I canít face the lake
today, the ducks, the little waves
pushing a lake-scented breeze ashore.
Iíve sat there before, but never alone
and Ė never, alone.
Today one squirrelís enough,
and one stranger. I like the guy,
and Iím sorry when he leaves.
He was lonely, I can tell:
Who but a lonely man would
stop to watch a sqiuirrel?