July 24, 2004

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  Like Ships That Pass Etc.
  

  
  

  poetry by Michael F. Nyiri 1971

  
  

  
  We come here every day
  And sit and stare
  And work
  And occasionally I steal a glance at you
  And you look back.

  
  

  
  Then we turn away
  To what we were doing
  And concentrate
  And feelings pass through our heads
  And we don’t know what it means.

  
  

  
  You are so beautiful
  I say quietly
  I curse
  And watch you patiently never knowing
  That you watch me too.

  
  

  
  We come here every day
  And we wonder
  Why we falter
  In grasping each other’s emotions
  Then we turn our backs again.

  
  

  
  And silently cry.

  
  

   

  
  

  
  

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  (NOTE: This is the first poem I post whenever I join a group. I think it’s my own favorite work. I wrote it in my Senior year of high school. (I projected the word “work” because I was in fact still in school, but I always wrote “above my years” in high school. I wrote “I’ve felt all the feelings without living all the life” in 1971.)  MFN) 
  

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