Today, on the trail along the shoreline, I walked by a guy who had stopped his bicycle at a park bench. He was in an animated conversation… with himself.
I walk / by a man who / is in an argument / with himself; I avoid looking / at him –
knowing / that I will lose / arguments with someone / with such command over two points / of view.
Cinquains are short, five line poems with a 2-4-6-8-2 syllable structure.
Enjoy the trail.