sitting up towards the top
of the hilllooking down
where all the people are
moving around
everyone has somewhere
to go but one stopsto notice the field of flowers
and weeds
and grass
suddenly others appear
as if this field calls
over the noise of their
busy day
suddenly everyone is relaxing
the stranger in the distance
on the other side of the field
catches this eye
and wondering
how similar the minds might be
nothing concluded
looking up from this page
everyone is gone
and the day continues
as if it never stopped…
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