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she storms up the hill,
gold frosted hair,
programmed power-walk and starlet stogey
poised on ring-ed cell finger.

barefoot pedaler, passes.

grizzled grey-ing drummer,
slaps a tin beat,
as trashed, hashed, fat lipped
madman monologues about former days

of being a part of ...


business stalker glides on past
grassy nap settled bearded young lad.

cafe latte
color coordinated reggae,

thump encrusted white boy
hippie stylin' ziggy freud,

swimmin in
moving towards
passing by
watchin' what

will happen next.

not accepting one another,
but resigned to live around each other.

in bubbles.

in spheres.

on occasion, bumpin' into

us.