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Underpass Morning

A bus sighs at the kerb,

letting out its small congregation

of strangers scattering toward crossings

and corners, each carrying the weight

of their own untousled stories.

Above them, the overpass

keeps its vigill

— steel ribs holding their days in place.

A pigeon lifts off,

startled by nothing specific,

air shifts as consideried thought.

and through it all,

I walk,

feeling the city

offering up, unspoken guidance:

no lesson, nor warning

could supply

— just the gentle nudge

that even in our rush,

something watches,

steady and patient,

grateful we'd noticed.

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