I’m sorry I dived into the bushes.
It’s not personal, you understand.
You happened to walk in my direction
and my nerves got the upper hand.
I’m sorry I screamed when you came near me.
Don’t take my angry shrieks to heart.
Idiomatically, let’s stay in touch –
and physically, six feet apart.
Apologies if it seems like you repulse me,
that I recoil when you come near.
In other times, we might have spoken,
shared a joke or had a beer,
or waltzed together down the footpath,
perhaps we may yet still one day.
But just for now, embrace the margins
and wave to me from far away.
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Wonderfully, wittily, observed – and poignantly so true.♥
Thank you so much!
This is wonderful – thank you for sharing so freely, your poems are a real joy!
Thanks so much, Kaggsy!
Just discovered your work. Love it.
Thanks very much, Andrew.
That’s very kind of you.