Random Poem (3 June 2013)

There is a boy and a girl
(who may or may not be lovers)
drinking Sprite across from me –
strangers with strange countenances.
Aren’t we all strangers to each other
at first? Before we learned
how to love and understand
that drinking Sprite is common to us all.

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