The lady down the street pushes her cart

Walking

To whereabouts unknown

For how long unknown

Would u like an apple she asks?

I respond a busy no

She goes her way

I go mine

Every day this life goes on

Where does she get these apples?

Why can’t she take a hint?

Is there some sign on me saying Mr. Want-to-be-bothered?

Lady I don’t have time

I ease own

She maintains her smile though

Walking away unfazed

Unbruised

I look back thinking

Maybe I should take another street

Persistence isn’t gaining a new friend here

Not now not ever

Why won’t some people learn

I chuckle

Continuing on with my day

The evening coming and leaving

Sooner than I could believe

And here we go again

Only this time she doesn’t ask

She say’s take this with you

I’m thinking

What have we missed these day’s

Lady I don’t want an apple

Yet there was no apple in her hand

I’m thinking

I’m curious

So I ask

Where’s the apple

There’s nothing in your hand

In her response she says

That’s the only thing anyone can ever give an unfriendly man