woman walks across the street,
feels presence of eyes that would meet
her gaze if only she'd lift it up
shoulders shift in bumpy maze
her feet don't touch the ground today
she's lost in thought circles of
trails in sand, stranded threads
crossing, crossing, endlessly
deserts made of rolling dunes
where every grain touches many more
but wherever you stand
you're hidden from view
I've seen you before
we've never met
but I've been breathing your air
wearing your frown
side-stepping and looking down
I've held your money at the bakery
drunk from the same glass as you
your favorite bar, I've sat in your chair
borrowed your lighter, held open the door
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