Neither of us know
signs to look for
when the other
talks to another.
Glances become knives.
We fling blades
onto caution signs
which clang
then lie
dull
until the sharp
of morning.
James Croal Jackson’s poems have appeared in magazines including Isthmus, Common Ground Review, and Thin Air Magazine. He lives in Columbus, Ohio. Visit him at https://jimjakk.com or listen to his music at http://www.layzer.us.
Eunoia Review 
Yes! I know that scene. So well done in an economy of words.