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Walking a City
Walking a city that isn’t your own,
While part of a group or a couple, alone,
You notice the buildings, the shops and cafes,
All prepped and inviting to welcome your gaze.
Of course, more than harbor or castle or steeple,
When strolling along, you take note of the people
And try to pin down, from their looks and their styles
How their difference from you stems from more than just miles.
Though the natives see “tourist” as you walk the streets
And indulge in the sights and the views and the eats,
Most accept your existence with little regard,
As you soak it all up in their very backyard.
Copyright ©
Ilene Bauer
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