That is me…the stranger I was looking for…Standing by the window, staring at the crowd…
I am the stranger,
to the similarities in all those self-convinced differences…the regularities…
In the stir of their indifferent pass, sometimes a passerby is caught by my tiered eyes...
It takes an instant for them to dissolve in the alley crowd…
I have gotten used to loss
The alley, is mine, when looking from the window…They pass, I keep looking
Names are hardly known…and the destinations, maybe different
I can hear the minds…proud and convinced…intensely involved in ignorance!
But, looking from the window, they pass the same alley …
I am the viewer, the stranger…Staring at the crowd…
When is the time to pass the alley?
(Oct 19th 2012 Pittsburgh)
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