putterings, 535-533
Street People, Stick City
“crazies,” muttering,
souls bulging,
with baggage, laden
at lights, orating
shouting at invisible beings.
“The reason I looked in the first place was because of the voice I heard.”
No pacing, for that brings in the world.
No murmuring, muttering, puttering.
No reading.
Lights reflected some
lady whispering to me
drab and mundane
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