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Strangers

And so we wiled away
the afternoon,
waiting for something
and nothing
on an old park bench in
downtown Raleigh -
him in his late 70’s and me,
a very young 30

maybe I found our encounter
so enlightening
because missing
from the conversation
was idle talk about the weather,
or whether spring
would show her face early,
breaking the bleak sky open
with her smile

no, that day we talked
about the deep
and what he had learned
in his many years about how
to avoid being sucked into
the dark abyss of complacency
and depression in a world
where both are the acceptable
status quo

I’m still using the evasive methods
he taught me, a stranger;
I often wonder what else
I might have learned,
if only the bus
could have waited
ten more minutes
Written by LunaGreyhawk (Miss_Jenn_Leigh)
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Author's Note
I was wandering around the capital park in Raleigh many years ago and met a man waiting for the bus.  Our 20-minute conversation and the lessons I learned within have stayed with me all these years.  Thanks for the education Ed, wherever you are ❤️
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