Ephemeron
People pass by,
nod their heads and
parcel half-a-thought.
People walk in
and say a few words
behind a paranoid grin.
People leave
with only a full stomach
that remembers.
People pass by
and are stunned
that their friend is gone.
Copyright © James Rasmusson | Year Posted 2012
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