The Strange
Man
R.
Virgil Ellis
This little
girl skips, and jumps,
turns hand-springs on the playground,
her school day done.
Now a busy
man
strides late from his car
to his Friday volleyball.
He sees
a daughter of years ago--
except she's not that busy being happy--
she knows just what to do.
Just the
other day he walked
holding his grandson by the hand.
A young woman smiled at him.
He wonders
as he goes by
if there'll be enough friends for a game.
He hears a car door slam
and the
lock snap.
Glancing back going into the gym
he sees her in the car looking at him.
The
2River View, 3_2 (Winter 1999)
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