I saw a pair of gentle men strolling
down the street today-
one tall, Icabod Crane-ish type
beside him Tweedle-Dumpty
quick-stepped to keep up the stride.
Both dressed in winter twills with scarves
snug neatly beneath lapels
With gloves and adrenaline
to ward off the winter bone-chill air.
I thought of all the types
That inhabit far and near
And thought of you, and you, and you,
All the differences,
All the judgments passed–
And how many delightful people
I hadn’t taken the time to meet.