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2011-04-28T18:58:17-07:00April 28th, 2011|Musings on life|

A regrettable urban residue

They wander
these streets with chaos
jackhammering inside their skulls.
We tolerate them
like pollution:
a regrettable urban residue.

He sits on the side
of the road, muttering
inside his jacket hood.
I smile at him
and for a moment he looks sad
as though if he could
he would turn
his volume down
and say
hello.

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