Tuesday, February 22, 2005

I was bored...

Door Man

Would you still recognize me
if we meet under different circumstances,
at a different time of day.
Would you know my name if we met on the street,
or am I only a habit that you greet with your
practiced smile and gliding eye;
not a person, but a time of day that must come and go
with precision.

2 comments:

mr. schprock said...

Wonderful poem. "…practiced smile and gliding eye." Nice work.

NYPinTA said...

Thanks. :)