Memory lost

I stand behind a pretty

mother preaching her son of

the right and wrong.

A lose hair from her 

careless bun takes

my rimless glasses along

In an attempt to avoid

the free fall of my 

ever reliable ally,

I place my shoe on her 

naked foot.Unintentionally.

She lets out a cry.

Flattened spheres of gray 

plastic on my ears confine my 

audibility.Confused, I smile.

It is such a pleasure to

"people watch" in the 

peak hour rush.

But then a sense of

untold fear creeps and 

I stand hushed.

Left the purse back

home and here comes the

collector. Time to blush.