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Apr 2015
i don't notice people much
                           anymore
they've become a blur
in the landscape i pass
while driving
   or walking
      or taking a train
collaged into one
      dreary mass
of blended colors
without definite shapes
bobbing with the bumps in the road
swaying this way
         then that
subtracting a black mass
   which is replaced
    with a greenish shape
that curls delicately
   around a brown one
again
& again

arriving at my destination
feeling i've traveled to it
   quite alone.
susan
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susan  chicago
(chicago)   
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