people think I'm nuts

as my eyes glaze

standing at the street corner


staring at this street of 40 years ago

and mourning the past material manifestation

that was my time of youth


while these current bodies scuttle around me

unthinking in what will become

their memory of the place and time


and me the unsuspected (until then) harbinger

in their hurried midst...



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