• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 04
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I Stare

The rat race whirls
world clamoring loudly...
For me, an
endless parade of noise.

I stand staring
alone, I take it all in.
Bag - plastic, careless.
And scarf... cashmere, caressing.

I stare
it's rude mama says
My mind a'blur
eyes darting frantically.

Hapless circumstance
brings me to the crossroads.
of life. I stare
into a puddle, I stare.