If you are good with crowds of people,
of swarms of homo sapiens you have
to dodge and find your way around,
as if you were at a sporting event
trying to keep from being slammed into
by an oblivious person
or a random shopping cart,
then you’re better than me.
I assiduously try to avoid crowds
and dodging wandering people.
I go shopping later at night when
the swarms roll off to their homes
in their human-driven machines.
And I avoid events where humans
are as thick and as crowded
as sand in arid deserts
or on the shores of vast seas.
It’s not that I have Enochlophobia.
It’s just that I can’t stand
being cramped in spaces
with herds of my kind.
And what a relief it is
when I go shopping late at night
and the ubiquitous crowds
are finally dispersed.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
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79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA.
Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional.
I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more.
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