Most, lost in their bubbles, come
Into my vision unawares
We briefly share our lives – with stares ...
Although discreet, I take a chance
And momentarily sneak a glance
At those who cross my path en ville:
A chance encounter is a thrill!
Most, of course, don't meet my gaze
The damned phone dominates their days;
Are they chatting to their friends,
Or talking business? It depends ...
The printed word is all but gone
A few, engrossed in books, read on
Some have a fractious child in tow
But most are busy, on the go.
It's rare indeed to catch the eye
Of those around us; should I try?
Social media is too much!
What happened to the human touch?
(c) Poet in the woods 2018
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