Saturday, May 14, 2011


I like the place.
I like the place
Where I can
sit and lay and write
and hide my face
inbetween shadows and light
that play on the ceiling
as the hum of life continues on
all around
oh what a
to be there, but invisible
And be in a million other places you minds runs to
in moments of dull conversation
in a grocery store check out line
the dentist AND doctors office
In waiting for a bus
and then looking out the window on the bus
And standing at a place you don't particularly know anyone
And it's a talent I think
To notice a man
looking out the window
watching people as they pass
to watch him pass
eyes and silent quips.
But you don't see me watching..

nor can I see
the person watching me.

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