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Today I'll just watch
the passing scene
And attempt to absorb
And savor its strident vibe
Today I'll just be:
A dispassionate observer
of the Human condition
Watching the game
from the side
Taking mental photos of
Making mental maps of
Scenes I might not
notice otherwise
Of the face's silent expressions
Of the mouth's expressive lips
Of the eye's lies and misdirections
From which sarcasm fairly drips
Today will be:
A day of deciphering body-speak/talk
Of giving voice to poses
Of observing every posture tweak
From the toes up to the noses
Today I'll see:
What most just think they see
In their mundane world so mean
While I'll take measure...At my leisure
...Take pleasure in the passing scene…`
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