Unmet [edit4]

[Alic Elliot]

Edit 2


Unmet

While sidewalk-biking home I met a man
or did not meet - the man I saw was blind.
He crabbed along, each twisting step a find
of safety when and if his faith outran
the sweep and scrape of slender, questing cane
striped white and red, antenna of an ant
dark glasses first suggested.  Adamant
he scuttled, grim-set jaw rejecting pain.
I hopped the curb and rode past in the street:
did he hear clicking sprocket, whispered tires
and make of us a pair of witting liars
who passed on by, pretending not to meet?

Loving the revamped ant comparison in L4-L7. Easier to read, as well. I personally don't believe that this poem is up for much more improvement. With the clear imagery, well placed punctuation, and proper grammar, I don't have anything to critique you on. I'm glad my previous crit helped you clean up the ant comparison.