Passerby

They watched me from across the street
as they passed by
regarding me
judging me
before letting their attention fade
they came in pairs mostly
sometimes threes
holding hands
or not.

For them
I was a peripheral possibility
(harmless as I remained)
one that must be assessed.
I was across a street leaned against
a bus stop in the freezing cold
of a winter morning.

Nothing here
should be taken for granted.

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