Poem -
Winter walk
The sun warm my skin,
Fresh air drive my blood.
Winter walks easing nerves
Tugged at me like darker thoughts.
The girl in the shop
I bought my bottle from
Had not a clue of what a Spice girl
  was.
But she had the platform shoesÂ
From Spain;
The absent effect of rain.
I was going to be okey.
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Comments
Here I feel the loneliness of vacant everyday interactions though the narrator wins out... almost allowing himself superiority over the girl who knows nothing
'The absent effect of rain.'
Great line R x
A casual type of meeting that runs deep. Very deep. This poem says so much. It reminds me how things are cyclical... all things (well, perhaps not all) ... the mood, the seasons, even the fashion. Great poem!