Walking and Watching

Walking and Watching – by Julia

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I met a man the other day

Who walked exactly like you

Propelled by his head,

Rather than his feet;

Shoulders bent low,

As if he carried the weight of the worlds

Or just of that moment.

I met a boy the other day

Who had your eyes—

Great fawn’s eyes,

That are bold because of their ignorance

And afraid without knowing why—

{In utter focused abstraction}

I met a man the other day,

But he wasn’t you.

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