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Damp afternoon water poured from the sky.
I watched the glistening air sprinkle
freshness throughout the street.

I'm always watching something, someone.
I wonder if anyone looks at me?

Surprised to feel this depth of mind
in the glass-like raindrops I see.

Scrolling letters flicker like translucent
memories of people gone away.
I watch their hastening steps,
wondering, do they ever
turn around?

I'm usually talking when my soul
refuses to form words.

Generally hybernating in state
of suspended sunrise.

Jumping wheels turn around in
the rushing cars that flutter by.

I'm watching myself watching
the weather and I know
that the ringing phone
will never go away.

I wonder what it is like to
be perfectly free? To run like
wild animals in abandoned fields
of peoples lives.

Too many angry flags are being
waved from history. I watch
them demand attention, knowing
they cannot intimidate me.

I am always free.