I look at the streets and wonder if I was ever as insignificant to the occupied self-involved people around me as the people on the streets-now.
I wonder why the well-dressed man adjusts his belt and trousers.
I wonder why the fair lady packs her in two pigtails.
I wonder why the tall haired boy stands in front of the ATM looking to the road.
I wonder why the woman in the car frowns.
And why the boys in the car look vaguely familiar.
I wonder why the fair woman shaved hair.
Maybe, possibly, probably
The significants with all their conversations that I cannot take part of because,
maybe, possibly, probably
For the me in the insignificants, for the all of us in the insignificants.
About a bus ride on my second day at my new school.
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