I inhabit
the lifetimes that live in
shared seconds with strangers
where the girl with my same
book becomes a confidante
and the blind man in passing
becomes a provider of
sagacious wisdom over weekly coffee
and from locked eyes
the chocolate haired boy
leaves some crumpled bills
on the table and rushes over
to ask my name.
Rather, a slight nod,
a ducked glance
or pinkening face prevails.
I would almost rather never notice
these minute splendors of strangers
than to constantly fleetingly fall
in love with their humanity.
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