Being

I waited 30 secs. for something to happen – then realized nothing ever would.

Not sitting on a park bench or in a railway station, a briefcase not in my hand.

I did not own a trench coat or a hat.

I was not looking down at the pavement.

I didn’t smoke.

 

A group of men made music.

They had no instruments.

They did not sing.

They walked and talked on their cell phones.

It was bad music.   

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