Every Day

Every day she sat
opposite you on

the bus looking
beyond you not

at you or turning
her head to some

other view than you
and she would mouth

words silently as if
in some secret prayer

and maybe her god
was invisibly sitting

there and whoever
sat next to her and

that varied day to day
would seem of some

different breed or class
having not her pose or

looks or beauty having
maybe some different

dream or else none at
all unlike she who sits

every day not seeing you
but always looking away.

poem by Terry Collett
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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