A Pedestrian Affair
they met on a zebra crossing
it was a pedestrian affair
she had an air of competence
he……just had an air
they went downhill from there
to her house
in the middle of a roundabout
near the station
in the morning they looked out
and the cars had changed rotation
the clouds were tinged
with a tawdry shade of orange
the sky was diffident
the sun judgmental
things would not be the same
would not be the same again.
Over at Desperate Poets, Brendan asks us to take a look at illicit encounters.
Stopdraggingthepanda 
This made me smile – the morning after cars changing their rotation…nothing would ever be the same again. Loved it.
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The delightful humor in this is appreciated. “she had an air of competence / he…..just had an air”
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Thanks Lisa!
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You’re welcome, JIM 🙂
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Loved the tawdry shade of orange. Great humor throughout.😁
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Thanks Eilene1
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This has the airy indifference of a song — someone else’s affair, a minor encounter, the thing one takes too lightly until waking to the permanent arrears of it – never the same again. That’s a result of alien encounters. Thanks Jim –
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Thank you Brendan, much appreciated!
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Love this one Jim – All those surreal circumstances.
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Thanks Kim!
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And yet this encounter hardly seems powerful enough to change much of anything that wouldn’t have changed anyway. I expect that’s your intention. 😉
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Sometimes, Shay, I’m not sure what my intention is! 😀
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the sky was diffident
the sun judgmental
A poem that seems very straightforward but has a lot of nuance under the hood. Nothing that “changes everything” is really small(pedestrian in that light), and the glare of the outside world can burn us deeply. There’s humor here, light and rueful, and something less amusing as well–that look at oneself that makes one just a bit queasy. A great pleasure to read, as always, Jim.
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Thank you Joy, much appreciated!
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