bystanders
a posture of gracelessness in the city center,
the walls, opaque, carried a thousand stories
whatever works, we bide the time, until the day we are storytellers,
what great feats i happened upon
i walked the city and i thought and it was enough,
receiving familiar smirks from passers by
we glance and pose and relax and think,
ah, what a bystander
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