Dear strangers

                                   Dear strangers


“Excuse me,Which way to  x street?”

I ask pass-by pedestrians ,politely,

He/She ignores completely,even–

No cast of a cold eye.


“Am I a fribble?”I guess,

“Leave me alone!” He/She may complain,

How indifferent ,thrilling in the Big Apple City.


No,I also meet lots of very kind man/woman–

Who mercifully checks right way to me in handy,



How warm ,harmonious in a cosmopolitan society.


I am a solitary seagull–

Prowling between Heaven and Earth,or–

Free feet wanderings with murmuring mantra…

How thirsty I could encounter genial brothers and sisters

On the road taken‧




This poem is about: 
My community


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