i'm staring at frames of tall women

who walk into the coffee shop

unaware of the two men

who's eyes are haunting them

mine are too

but not for the same reason as they

i think of what she is thinking

of what she did the night before

of how many vowels are in her name

or street

or vehicle.

all of these people we will never meet

can inspire you to

befriend a stranger

or on the other hand

it can overwhelm you

i don't want to be overwhelmed

i want to be careless

and run to the hills

and sing

quietly

along

and have unexpected experiences

with people i've always known