invisible people
I step out the front door
it used to always be unlocked
during normal business hours
I check my pockets for keys
let the damn thing
swing shut behind me
there are far fewer cars
pedestrians & pigeons
vying for my attention
equating to less noise
and more sounds
block in & block out
from point A
it’s just a few more blocks
to the river
does anyone not notice
how it ebbs & flows
depending upon the mood
of all the invisible people
december two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
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