Elle (theroadtoelle) wrote,

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I step down onto the footpath,
immediately absorbed into
the stream of humanity
I eye the rush and chaos,
the lights and glamour,
and feel a part,
but apart of it all.

The woosh and growl of
passing traffic drives
right into my daydreams

and my thoughts drift
                                       to dinner,

with a guilty glance
at the woman sitting kerbside
with a tattered paperback and
a smoking cigarette clutched
between gnarled fingers.
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