I have stood in this spot
Vaguely lost in myself
Admiring the crisscross patterns
Of busybodies zig-zagging
As if headed to important somewheres
I have stood on the pavement sides
Or sat in the cold ageless benches
Enjoying the concurrent madness
Of phoning, talking, plugged ears
and occassional sexting
I have observed
The rush to every(no)wheres
Trying to understand …
Why, for hells’ many sakes
People always seem so in a rush
or so loud on the phone
or so shut out in their small i-worlds
Unable to say Jambo
Or return a greet.
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