every day, you're there
standing on the street corner
never without headphones
scribbling on the backs
of empty envelopes
while you wait for a chance
to cross the street
sometimes, our eyes meet
you smile and duck your head
but by the time I reach the corner
you've already crossed
sometimes, through the passing cars
I catch glimpses of you
heading downtown
I don't know why, but
I wish I knew you
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