The Metropolitan Recluse

Downtown lot
walking amongst trash, others, and pigeons.

Looking on,
Moving forward.
To self- no words
Same city we live in.

Spending money there and here,
Names for affluence, titles, labels, and idea appear.

Sharing air, space, and time;
Random moments in life aligned.

Yet they are hardly noticed.

Soft sun smell; triggered warm refuse
Familiar with no one close-

view the metropolitan recluse.

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