'Lord, we know what we are <br />But know not what we may be.' <br />-HAMLET IV v 41-43 <br />**************************************************************** <br /> <br />It was a snowy afternoon in February when I saw <br />her on the sidewalk outside the Palmer House. <br />I don't know exactly why I paused to speak to her. <br />Perhaps she reminded me of my long lost sister- <br />this strange woman in soiled winter parka, <br />gazing at me with my sister's wild green eyes. <br /> <br />Evidently confused by the encounter, <br />the woman peers at me in the dusky gloom. <br /> <br />'Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's Day, ' she says. <br />She extends a gloved hand in greeting, <br />palm up in a beggar's supplication. <br /> <br />'How about a tuppence for the Old Girl, mate? '<br /><br />Michael Pruchnicki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sidewalk-ophelia/
