Sidewalk runway, no tickets required
One strides on instinct, the other’s wired.
A tote swings like it knows the way,
While thumbs conduct a digital ballet.
Midriff confidence meets oversized ease,
Streetlight halos and passing breeze.
One reads the world, chin slightly raised,
One reads a screen, entirely dazed.
Behind them, the city queues and blurs
Errands, ambitions, accidental detours.
No dialogue heard, yet a story’s clear:
Two timelines walking—now and “just a sec, here.”
FE 35mm f1.4 GM
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