that knowing glance

will you remember the moment

we shared today on the library steps?

you exiting while I was hurrying in

our eyes briefly syncing as we each maneuvered

to avoid a collision with the (obvious to us)

"homeless" couple, bickering on their way to the sidewalk

we exchanged that knowing glance,

a visual smirk,

that on the surface reflected a bit

of “Oh well, what can you do?”

but actually obscured

our shared, hidden,

smugly arrogant agreement

that we are glad we “know” we are oh,

so much better than “them”