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Noticed
There was nothing noticeable For those rushing somewhere, Noticing little but their stress And rising anxiety over time, This man sitting cross-legged On the ground in the park As if he wasn’t there, The blades of grass barely Bending where he sat, Butterflies fluttering around His shoulders, birds as close As if they had been friends Forever, unnoticed until A woman wandering with A boy, wondering where to go, What to do, what was next, Noticed, watched him sitting There and suddenly realized That whatever, wherever, It was wherever She happened to be.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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