we find ourselves
lost in the fog
pennies on the sidewalk
and everyone we meet smiles and waves
and we can’t help
but think
who do they have
at home
that brings a smile that big
surely they’re hiding something –
this plaid skin doesn’t stand
a chance
that backward glance
of pity
of curiosity
of sadness
of disdain
how does
why does
just does
we just keep moving.
M.
Say anything.