![]() Hot scents and puffy clouds People milling around Lethargy lurking Steps strolling aimlessly Smells of tree flowers Mingling with the hot-dogs on the grill Laughter coming from a shaded alley And you, eternally you, Watching intently the groups passing by Willing to belong But drawing away Indecision marking you And you remain aside Observing and being observed
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