In Passing

Walk and walk

We think it will pass.

stories under the bed,

Cries on the bus,

Injuries to the floor,

Anger in broken glass,

Sethi found under the street lamp,

Hiding even in scents

Period.

Walk and walk

Passed places

reunited,

In fading streetlights

In broken glasses

Cracks in hidden doorways

In empty buses

In a book under the bed.

What exists remains

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