| Rosemary Parsons Torrez USA Brief Encounter You come through my line Pushing your lunch tray, We exchange pleasantries About the day. Long line keeps moving Sweeps you in smooth flow, Sharing a heartbeat Before you must go. Our eyes meet briefly Then you are gone, Just a quick encounter, Strangers share quick song. Inwardly expressing Hidden deep from sight, Quick glimpse,exposed soul Revealed inner light. All Rights Reserved. Printed By Permission. |