around at everyone
in the crowded
elevator
and in my mind make
up a story
as to who they are
and what
they do with their lives.
i take a look
from head to toe,
observe what they're wearing,
how they stand
there
in their clothes.
patiently or not.
it's long
ways
down to the lobby
from the twenty first
floor,
but by the time
the bell dings
i have them all
figured out.
i know.
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