My latest original five-line poem is something different in that I’m providing a snippet of what seems like something that could be a bigger poem, or story.
Walmart Walkers
Walmart, where walkers browse concrete aisles
and where I saw you and her, strangers again;
still, she reached for me in the familiar way.
I obliged, holding her to my hip, pretending
this was normal as we joined the walkers.
Milam's Musings 