Sonnet on the Futility of Placing a Familiar Face
You ever see a face you’ve seen before,
Then start to wonder when or where that was?
You glance askance while lined up at the store,
Or crane your neck at traffic lights because
You really want to catalog that face,
Although you do not need to, not one bit,
But you know tagging it with time and place
Will make these wasteful moments seem legit.
Should you get out of line and turn around
Or make your way across a busy street
Until that wretched face you seek is found
Indifferent to your manner indiscreet?
If such a face familiar you find,
Attribute it to capers of the mind.