A stranger offered me his face
The other day
I don’t know
If it was a gesture of solidarity
Against the miserly autumn weather
That assailed us like we were flimsy sticks
Or, a nod
To a fellow, early morning victim
Or, if I had nearly clocked him with my umbrella
Either way,
I didn’t know what to do with his face
So I offered him mine
Complete with a half-arsed smile consolation prize
That I hoped covered all possibilities:
Hello,
Yes,
Rain, huh?
‘bye.
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