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Oct 2012
all my friends, goodbye
i am not going, but
staying here, and why
must you go so fast, what
are you looking for
on the sidewalk:
something, or
so it seems as you walk – talk
to me while you run
away – be gone
and your voice will fade to one
sound of every drone

staring at the sidewalk not
smiling, working, naught.
Richard j Heby
Written by
Richard j Heby  new york city
(new york city)   
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