Climbing

I was holding the door for
a grey-haired matron
who glanced up at me
as she passed.

She did a double-take
and I saw the look
an ex-student gives:
the lights go on.

Now we were caught
teetering in the moment:
I don’t remember names;
nor did she I gather.

How are you?
Still teaching?

Still studying?
I should ask
—or not.

As I let go of the door and
engaged in the predictable
banter about life
in the intervening years

I read the subtext:
we are both climbing
the same ladder;
but once, I  gave her  a boost.

The voice of the poet

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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