Thinking Chair

And at the side of the street

sits a plastic bottle of water

discarded by the man in front

of me who finally stood

as if he suddenly understood why

he could no longer be there

sitting at 3am in the morning.

 

I sit where he sat and stayed there

until I heard the heavy footsteps

of the next person to occupy

the sidewalk.

 

My time is up.

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