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
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


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


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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