Every face
the Divine.
Every day
one hundred times
we miss our chance.
Eyes cast downward,
we shuffle along the sidewalk
as if we are alone,
alone on this crowded street
of Angels.
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Every face
the Divine.
Every day
one hundred times
we miss our chance.
Eyes cast downward,
we shuffle along the sidewalk
as if we are alone,
alone on this crowded street
of Angels.