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Just Visiting
I was watchin’
like a seagull –
starin’ at
all the people.
Escaping
my own head –
wonderin’
about them.
The eyes
that stared back
saw me still
as a photograph.
I saw the money
come and go –
watched the trash bin
overflow.
Soon it was scattered
across the floor –
a trail leading
out the door.
Wrote my name
and scribbled it out,
like you do with words
that come from your mouth.
Cuz it’s okay to
change your mind –
the trick’s to do it
before you’re out of time.
I watched the man
no one engaged
clean their messes
for minimum wage.
I was sympathetic –
then I was humbled
as my ears heard
the tune he whistled.
I smiled at him
in admiration –
invited him in
to my imagination
where he’d exist
peacefully
as inspiration
for a vagabond like me.
I fell asleep
in a cab –
now I’m not sure
where I’m at.
But there’s a debt
that I owe
that follows me
each place I go.
And a smile’s
not enough to fix it,
which is why my homes
are no more than a visit.
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