Strange Passing

Would you know me
If we passed by on the sidewalk
You know I exist
Flesh and blood given away
Without a glance
ahead
You must recall me
I am here
Would you feel my presence
And be aware
Of the chill up your spine
The deja vu
That is I
Do you see what I might be
In your dreams
And wonder if that is
Reality
I know you must wonder
From time to time if
I am here
Passed by, bumped on the busy street,
Brushed by an arm
A strange look from an empty soul
Would you know me
Would you want to
I am here

Andrea Shumovsky

Andrea Shumovsky's work can be read in Clevermag.com : September, November 2001, and January and May 2002. She writes poetry for adults and children. She has a diverse education beginning in Early Childhood Education, Pharmacy Technician and Specialized Publishing from Canada and the United States. Although she misses the beautiful beaches of the Jersey shore, her true home is Canada where the vast landscape continually inspires her.

Email: Andrea Shumovsky

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