facing the enemy

the woman stood silently on the curb
i think she was waiting for someone
but how can you tell what
is in a person’s mind
heart or soul
by looking at them?

that we can have an idea
notion
thought
or guess
is one thing
but how could you ever know
what goes on in there?

i think if we saw
or could spend a moment
in someone else’s head

i think

that

it would hurt
it might force
the blood
to heat and boil

and

our minds
become frozen
on the dark and icy plain
of that other-ness

because we are foreign
to each other
individual aliens
travelling for years and years
amoung the enemy.

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