Not In Service

I watch the world

at least this one

the one I have come to know

come to expect 

like a hinge profile

curated

filtered

flexing

fish in hand

 eyes hidden

behind mirrors

without

reflection

I am

unseen

high above 

the grit and grime

I watch

busses 

like

my

life

pass by

22

38

45

after that

there is no more service

you are on your own

left to wander

in the tangled

decaying

remains

of

your pretermitted 

life

Camp NaNoWriMo  Day 2

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