2005-07-23 at 05:52 (poetry)

you see them everywhere
behind each one
a past with filled-in cracks

but some cracks can’t be filled
shows through hair scars eyes fingernails

never a second thought of
those who pass by
each one seen once
before they disappear into obscurity

not 2D but 3D
not fake but real
not plastic but living
too much to grasp

try to fathom
a million different lives
a thousand different cultures
you’ll fail
sure as the wind blows

(as it blows, we forget
the person who just passed by)


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