He bustled by the organism with the raincoat,
\nQuickly sidestepped the briefcase and umbrella,
\nWas shoved along inconsiderately by an arm
\n(Unharmed, but not where,
\nIn this crowd, he wanted to be).
\nHe harried through this phalanx of urban commuters. <\/p>\n
His eyebeam dueled another for one eternal moment,
\nBefore falling to the ground. <\/p>\n
That mammal with the lipstick on
\nHastened the pace of the moment
\n(Only of that moment)
\nWhich had been denoted for duelling eyebeams,
\nMutual surrendering of sight to the ground,
\nAnd a flurried indecisiveness of individual confidence.
\n(But stride, in opposite directions remain mutually unchanged.) <\/p>\n
Now stern; now solemn.
\nAlways indecisive.
\nWas that moment a loss or gain?
\nHad he smiled and said “Good Morning”
\nWould the eyebeams have searched
\nInstead of duelled?
\nWould that female have been compelled to issue reply?
\nWhy is it that Humans look to the ground
\nOn passing another of their kind? <\/p>\n
Ants greet every other ant. <\/p>\n
On he went. Tempted
\nAnd searching within for courage to be that
\nHappy person.
\nBut the moment when the stockings
\nAnd stilettos passed
\nHis eyebeams duelled his reason.
\nHis emotion quarrelled his reason,
\nHis eyebeams lost and turned away,
\nAnd again fell to the ground. <\/p>\n
Smitten thus with his own lack of pride,
\nReasoning too that he was unworthy to look upon such
\nLovely legs, or sensuous smiles,
\nOr faces of bodies without introduction,
\nHe must remain just another
\nUrban commuter,
\nLost within the phalanx of bodies,
\nThe suits, the brief cases and umbrellas;
\nAn anonymous ticketholder.
\nAnother anonymous ticketholder
\nOn the next train.
\nAnd the next one,
\nAnd another one. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
He bustled by the organism with the raincoat,
Quickly sidestepped the briefcase and umbrella,
Was shoved along inconsiderately by an arm
(Unharmed, but not where,
In this crowd, he wanted to be).
He harried through this phalanx of urban commuters. <\/p>\n
His eyebeam dueled another for one eternal moment,
Before falling to the ground. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,8],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-296","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","category-social"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/296","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=296"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/296\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":657,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/296\/revisions\/657"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=296"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=296"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=296"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}