Staring - poetry


 

a woman stared at me - 

twice - 

as I walked by her to get some water.

I wanted to ask, does my presence

disturb you?

Instead, I fell silent

because there is a greater 

mystery to discover.

one within ourselves.

then again, maybe she 

just needed water. 

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