I am the silhouette you see at twilight
Standing alone on the railway platform,
The one who is jaywalking just down
The street, the sad sack who's eating
His “dollar deal” burger a few tables
Over from you and your friends.
I am nobody, everyone, unknown,
Superfluous, mote from the great
Clod of billions who've smothered
The planet. I'm silent and proximate,
But never noticed, like most
Of the people you pass.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-01-13 at 21:03

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Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
Eliotic in spots. I love the "sad sack/dollar deal" part.