They can be heard throughout the city
with the same irritatingly irregular clicking.
Heads down on streets, nobody ever stops to talk
as though they found the meaning of life in their
coat button or the sidewalk.
I am sure everyone is someone.
Someone important.
We all want what is beyond
boardrooms and tapestry patterns.
He smiled once, a jewelly reflection
like the gloomy yellow light
flickering in the window.
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