sitting on the curb
playing dice with words
praying that they’ll fall into place
sometimes glancing from face to face
seeing eyes flit askance
in such a subtle dance
that if you look, you’ll miss it
the !n(tro)verted yogi
a topsy-turvy life of quietude
Nicely crafted. A very familiar feeling.
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