On her own her smile of greeting is ivory
white and wide, effusively 'Hi!' whereas in
his company both avert their gazes, the
neighbours of thirty years from whom
cold distance emanates to the extent that
before the gates of unfriendship went up
he would merely cross the street to avoid
countering someone but now he pivots to
head in a different direction, a lost soul
socially dissonant, evasive and skilled in
avoidance of civil discourse or contact.
Today they walked by as a neighbour
pumped a flat tire, stopped midstream to
a mission where most would pause and
offer help. Was it mean, that frisson of
satisfaction when that ignored elderly
neighbour once more embarking on that
aborted mission passed them strolling by
just as a sudden cloudburst let loose?
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