Shy

Shy would be me, not the fellow here who does not know a stranger. I would take far more photos on the bus because the riders are such a varied lot; however asking if I can shoot is not anything I am up to, and anyway, I don't care for portraits. And sneaking photos feels just that, sneaky. I snuck one today.

So I read poetry although really I eavesdrop on the exchanges I overhear. It seems that people like me who likely have homes and cars, read, and the others who seem to have less, they converse. I know there is some underlying truth here, something about community and how we relate, or do not relate.