No One
Having nowhere to go
was the most visible truth,
having nothing to do
and nothing that would come
of having something to do
was the most natural assumption.
This was not what was told.
Glanced upon, perhaps,
by the innocent
just as poorly as the guilty
if guilty and innocent exist.
Glanced upon and maybe engaged
for a second or two at a time,
but mostly just glanced upon
for less than a second at a time.
Passersby no more than strangers,
strangers no more than moving,
strangers on the move,
passersby never to be met.
Why would it be any different ?
And this was more or less
the only thing that was told.
28th January 2019
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2019
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