See, hear, and speak no evil

I am I and you are you
there are too many people

to possibly love
too many to possibly live without

manners, although it takes
the joy of the wonder

of each other – every other
you meet, you and me

who is like us

The people next to me


on the train are talking
I hear their stories, luckily

I don't belong to them
I hope

they are so different, or even
worse: I am the same

Unspoken we leave
the miracle unseen

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