Three stories pass on a single street
Rubber soles in rhythmic beat.
One strides off with purpose tight,
Phone in hand, world out of sight.
One walks by with practiced grace,
Window-gloss reflected face.
And one, mid-step, caught unaware
Adjusts his thoughts (and maybe hair).
No words exchanged, no scene confessed,
Yet every glance betrays the rest
For sidewalks stage, in passing streams,
A thousand quiet, human themes.
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