for
the clothes
untucked,
unshaven,
the eyebrows bushed
and unkempt.
the stray cat in the alley,
the dog
off a leash.
the man
huddled over his drink.
the woman
neither awake
or asleep
as she sits in the sun
waiting for a bus,
or someone.
you can tell the unloved
by their gait,
their
eyes. the way they talk,
or don't listen
to you, when you
speak. but they press on.
don't we.
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