An Asian man
I have seen the same man waiting for the bus at 7:25 every morning since May. I really want to write a poem about him. Too bad I don't know how to write poetry.
I would also love to meet him. What is his story? Where does he go every day? Why doesn't he ever smile? He is usually standing with his arms folded and a slight glare on his face, but a few times I have seen him texting and once or twice he's been on the phone.
Who is this enigma?
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2 comments:
Naterloo, I enjoyed this little post very much. And I think that perhaps we are actually Kindred Spirits. That's how I feel anyway... I just wanted to inform you.
Oh Annie, thank you! I also think we are kindred spirits!! But don't be offended if the Asian man also turns out to be one of my other kindred spirits. I need to find out a way to discover who he is.
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