the talk of heads
that all smile later
the fold of arms
the read news-paper
the bus stop
traffic, agitation
the driver’s late
the conflagration
the number plate
identified
to run a red light
to have even tried
the ticket stub
the validation
the tender fare
the invitation
the glossy smile
anticipation
the magazines
the expectation
relationships that pass
through glances, a
two-second sojourn
that takes no chances
the nameless faceless
careless farewells
the hollow echo of a
concrete stairwells
then finally
the door you seek
to hide behind
till Monday next week
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