People watching everywhere
have eyes with stories
far beyond the wings
of their imagination
some eyes look
into other eyes
in a waiting room
trying to decipher
what story brings them
for an x-ray
or maybe a test
for rectal dysfunction
people watching cannot tell
every story is a secret
locked within the retinas
on a bench in the park
people are shuffling
New York Times
looking for answers
in a recession
while pigeons strut
on the dehydrated lawn
picking at bread crumbs
children are playing
in a school yard
some ready for a tussle
to make racial profiling
another story to tell
far, far beyond the oceans
hunger eats away
at the flesh with plenty
of water meandering
where homes were
like a jewel of real estate
as people watching
cannot see hope
at the dawn of a new day
but people watching
must continue
without falling asleep.
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