One day

                                                                                                   

a day without people

shed like that

Mebbe two days                                                                                                                         

                           mebbe

Mebbe a whole lot of days in a row

Weeks

            without the sound or interruption   of a human voice or presence

without the pleasantry  or snarky remarks 

her whole being

sheltered

removed

alleviated  

                 of intrusions

very few people recognise they are intruding

probably   because

sharing communal spaces

it allows them the assumption they have a right  or access to invade another persons sphere                       

                                                                                                                                                          unrecognised

stepping back

                       she could imagine  as if in a Venn diagram  the occasions where spheres merge

but unlike a Venn

those intersections  or bleedings  can be insignificant  inconsequential slices

the bulk of their spheres remaining separate   and intact 

being in a public room together

is not sufficient calculus to intrude on another                                           

                                                                            its Rude(incorporated in intrude)

yet somehow  the courtesies we assume were taught or instructed   are weak

                                                      

they go out the window

and an intrusion  --  seeking to be known to the other  --  apparently is too powerful or seductive to ignore

and if the one approached is attractive  that apparently begs the obfuscation of common courtesy

but no one likes being ignored 

                                                   and therefore  where those slight Venn diagram slices intersect  collide

for the sake of those  the outside  the one-in-a-million-chance shots

good manners are tossed aside

 

for its evident  contrary  thought

                                                     Nothing ventured  Nothing gained

however  

               no adage should be blindly invoked

                                                                                     

so  she figured

                        If I cant garner the respect Im due

Ill pluck myself up out of any Venn diagram I find myself in  and Go {{}}

shed like that

1444,  Monday,  11  5. 15

1945,  Monday,  11  5. 15

The windowseat was nearly obscured under the scatter of unfolded laundered bandannas

their faded coloured cotton a stark complement to the lively hummingbirds feeding and flashing on the other side of the old glass windowpanes

--   Really

Who the hell has this many handkerchiefs

--   Bandannas  I got a big nose been broken too many times stuck in places many said it didnt belong

But I wouldntve  unless I felt it was necessary  warranted

I think too many people fear getting hurt over getting involved or being in the middle
but thats a line one has to draw for themselves  wouldnt you say 

It never hurts long 

Mine leaks  I rather prefer to be polite  excuse myself  step to a side and blow it

Thus  behold my trove

he said as he fingered the relaxed fabric

Ive compiled these over years

  

And yes I have favorites

                                                                                                          behind them throbbed Lennons Working Class Hero

it seemed to orchestra the febrile threads of smoke reeling off incense punks burning to either side of the windowseat

on small Indian-carved accent tables                                                                                                                                     

--   Place looks like a sanctuary   approaching a sailors bethel or shrine

--   I get that                          

Though I dont see it myself

Its just the place I relax recline  read   mull things through my skull

--   I suppose Im saying I wish I had a place like this for myself

--   You ought to

--   No

Im not someone who wants to get in the way of a threat  or a fist

Too even keeled

--   Obviously  youre honest

 

What if someone impugned your honesty

--   I dont make enemies                                                                                

--   You dont challenge

anyone 

--   No one challenges me

--   Huh   I was going to gift you a bandanna                                                                                 

But it doesnt sound like you catch a cold either

I dont think you need one

--   No 

Dont need a bandanna

Not like you

1238,  Friday,   8  5. 15
1847,  Monday,  11  5. 15

Happy belated Mothers Day