that knowing glance
will you remember the momentwe shared today on the library steps?you exiting while I was hurrying inour eyes briefly syncing as we each maneuveredto avoid a collision with the (obvious to us)"homeless" couple, bickering on their way to the sidewalk
we exchanged that knowing glance,a visual smirk,that on the surface reflected a bitof “Oh well, what can you do?” but actually obscured our shared, hidden,smugly arrogant agreement that we are glad we “know” we are oh, so much better than “them”