I SAW HIM:

I saw him one Spring, sitting alone on the street,

A lonesome stranger, I was never destined to meet,

I saw him again in Summer, at the very same place,

With history in his eyes, & the past upon his old face,

I saw him in Autumn, in same place, & also same time,

Huddled against winds, etched in street’s greying grime,

I saw him the last time in Winter, lost in a flurry of snow,

Merely mirage of a man I saw, yet never destined to know.

POETRY BY - SUE LOBO ©