Circle of Encounters

Alone

I stopped to watch him wait for the bus.
He stood where turquoise lamplight fell
in streaks through leafless trees.  The shadows
hid me from him.  He did not know
I watched him strike a match to warm
his hands.  I moved; my footsteps squeaked
on the snowy walk.  He watched me come,
from the corner of his wary eyes.
Before I could speak, or catch his glance,
the bus pulled up and rescued him.
I walked on home through empty streets.

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