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And the Window Stays Open

i watch the crowd with a mild fascination
familiarity is something i have yet to be familiar with
i am dying for some form of input
any form
to reenact that tie that once bind us
maybe if one of them starts cursing i will rejoice in wonderment
i watch with eyes of a new born
the myriad of little snippets i was once a part of
japanese slippers red green tent scorching hot sun bermuda shorts oily faces
rude drivers dyed hair motorcycles dripping ice cream
beauty and flaws intertwined with crotchety people and eccentricity
with the remaining tandem
still pulsating with stubborn persistence
i seek refuge in the comfort of once upon a time
knowing i will find my way back
or out
someday, sometime


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