scattered like pebbles
we don’t see
each other often
enough
which translates to:
you
at your window
watching a stream
of stoop-shouldered
students trickle
along the sun-cracked
sidewalk to and from
the community
college up the road
you like to say
we all have our own
lives but this
is not the one
I would have chosen
for you
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
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