and we are

…what?
lying in the gutter of another street
the rain falling on us
in the autumn of another year

and watching the tires of vehicles passing
never gets old
like footsteps
each just slightly different
without having to distinguish

we’re so quiet here
as to not even disturb
a mouse

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