common grounds

strangers with

books, coffee

in common
desire to connect
kindness makes

comfortable

hold the door
pass the sugar
give directions
to restrooms
or mystery section
just smile

someone shares
what they normally

wouldn’t --

I’m tired
isn’t this

a lovely place?
I need a good read
son loves coffee shops
coming to town

next week

people, like

ice cubes
in humanity’s

warmth
melt a bit

on the floor

who they are
what they think
puddles around them
soaked up
by a fresh sponge
willing

to listen