To a Stranger
I come out from behind the walls of my house
and stand in my front yard
that the pear tree in bloom is a gift from you.
The street beyond the fence goes both ways
and is completely quiet.
Last evening, I sat next to you on the bus.
You looked sad and incomplete.
Your raincoat promised rain and your purse
held itself shut like a mouth.
When I got up to let you out,
I wondered where we were, glanced all the way
out the window and saw
street signs crossing paths at the top of a pole.
The doors opened and you began walking home.
Maybe there was no one for you
to come home to.
you had nothing in your power
to give but a pear tree in bloom
on a street you have never seen.
You shouldn't have.
A Pop Song
On the radio a woman is singing the line,
"I never meant to hurt you."
In her voice is
a useless sobbing
I've come to believe is