Tuesday, March 9, 2010

I am Alone

I am alone;
and the post officer in his uniform,
the lady with her business skirt,
the man who obsessively checks his wrist,
are alone, too.
And so I watch across the water,
on top of a bridge
where traffic flows in simple patterns,
headlights beam the way.
He was an angel-headed hipster,
And I, a shell among the sand.

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