Who knows what troubles them

                  Who knows who they pray for

                                     Who knows how they tie their shoe

                                                                                                                              or button their shirt

                                                                                                                                or take their coffee

Who knows if their eyelashes still curl

framing their razor-sharp gaze

                     Who knows if they linger

                                       Who knows if they linger on you

                                                        Who knows who lingers on you

                                                                           Who knows


Anything goes

everything goes.

So touch, say thank you                                                    then go your separate ways

Look back, how very human of you

                 Look back, and see their minuscule silhouettes

They’ll be your grain of salt


You’ll be ahead 

Always pacing

                                                                                            never lingering.


                                         This is what you want. It is.

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