the man on the other side of the window
has one of those mouths
that looks like it could say very unfriendly words
he is wrinkly and the wrinkles look mad
he has the eyes of someone
who is waiting to be joined
by a person who does not exist
or has ceased to exist over the years of knowing her
he is well known and many people stop to say hello
but no one sits down to eat with him
i suppose he is fine with it
he seems to have assumed as much
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