to pass a bearded man with
a cap and a black concert T with white lettering,
standing
looking at his cellphone.
i look back not to see his
face but his
cigarette and his hands -
not sure why
the smell made me smile,
the cigarette I could draw,
the hand was kind
almost turned around and spoke...
i had a feeling I knew
him...
logically I kept walking..
I stopped to swing...waiting to see if
he would walk by me
a sadness came as I
swang and he kept walking.
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