The Blizzard Chills
The Blizzard Chills
Missed Connections in Manhattan
I memorized a face so it’s not forgotten
I hear the wind whistlin’
Come back any time
And we’ll mix our lives together
Heaven knows- what keeps mankind alive
Every hand- goes searching for its partner
In crime- under chairs and behind tables
Connecting- to places we have known
i hear everyone saying
That the eye- is the measure of the man
You can fly- from the stuff that still surrounds you
Connecting- to every living soul
Compassion- for things I’ll never know
NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:
I find myself chewing over the line, “i hear everyone saying That the eye – is the measure of the man.” I’m not sure what that is supposed to mean – is it the opposite of,”the measure of a man is more than meets the eye”? It’s the little details like this that I find infinitely fascinating about missed connections poems and the people who write them.
