Someone I Wish I'd Met
Someone I wish I’d met:
A slight young man, and somber,
Book held close to chest;
Searching eyes and open brow.
One afternoon we passed in Walden Woods.
At daybreak, he was walking north
As I drove south,
Back from the Old North Bridge.
He caught my eye,
But revealed no recognition,
Just the steady, head-held-high
Integrity of one who knows
His path.
October 8 and 9, 2007
Linda Brown Holt
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