Poem: Tram Stop

The glimpse that stays with us, the reminder of all those lives we don't know.

Tram Stop She waved to a friend on the tram this stranger past my window and set off with a bold stride Chin held high and a smile that came from secrets deep inside The aura of that smile if I believed in auras and could see them, would have wrapped her in light Nothing special to see lovers on the street their eyes and arms wrapped in one another But this was different and transferred direct to me this stranger’s love of a friend And while two may make me glance and smile this singularly disconnected love made my whole week warm

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.