(Entry for the Oxymoron Poetry Contest, sponsor: Nette Onclaud, submitted September 1, 2025)
Morning, big city location, a Japanese subway station... a single gaijin (foreigner) all by himself, in a corner, and yet surrounded on all sides... the wave of humanity rides... People stare, with mute undertones. No wonder he feels so alone.
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