Passing Glances
If eyes are magnets,
We all share a pole,
When pupils meet
With a stranger’s soul –
On a train, in a crowd,
As we sweep and dart,
The moment so quickly
Pings apart.
Our eyes downcast,
And slowly glaze –
We’d sooner avert
Than share a gaze.
We censure our stares,
And apologies,
If our lonely vision
Should meet your eyes.
Rhyming Couplets 