A Short Poem about Meeting People on an Everyday Occurrence By Charlotte Jones

-hear the delicately harsh pang in my ear

-pang, i hear

-pang, a woman is talking

-pang, she leaves

-pang, an unbalanced man sits, collapses

-pang, two men leaning against a drive way

-pang, unaware of the eyes, oblivious

-pang, a difficult woman walks stiff

-pang, a dog walker approaches a young couple with yips

-pang, a boy in a red cap whisks by

-her deep red lipstick smeared against the card

-she loved someone