A Nodding Acquaintance

He nods. She nods

back, unsure. Does he know her?

Does she know him? He looks familiar,

doesn`t he?

Still, she`s not sure. Still, she would feel better, more certain, if only,

he had left her with – before he passed on by –

sure, if only he had left her with

the surety of knowing that,

for sure, surely,

she had not just been nodded at by

an unknown



Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 5th September, 2021

Image by Carola68 Die Welt ist bunt…… from Pixabay




Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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