good afternoon

good afternoon

person,

who didn't wave

when i waved

(so clearly i waved)

but they all saw it

they who had their heads

turned at odd angles

trying to avoid

the other's gaze.

good afternoon

boy,

you clearly saw me

then

pretending to have

seen

something pretty

by your foot,

forced your face down,

flat and dead.

good afternoon

girl,

your soles in a 

calm procession

of steps 

of your quiet 

hushed feet,

as his bike zoomed by

and pulled lightly on

your hair with 

invisible strings.

good afternoon

those who are acquaintances,

and those who are more--

you were so cool,

you did not look at me.

cold and chilly 

like today,

a day of identical whims,

and frozen, 

mismatched limbs.