Glimpses Of Strangers

You’ll never see their life outside of this
no moments at the kitchen sink or
their process of adopting a small brown dog,
you’ll never know them except as
glimpses in crowds, as
reflections in shopping windows,
nothing but imprints of vision,
with no idea of their ideas,
only their motion down the street,
their ambulation, their loitering,
and after a time you won’t even wonder after them,
but will secretly hope they
somehow think more of you.

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