A sidewalk stage with no declared play,
Where lines are tossed then blown away.
One leans in close with a story half-true,
One walks past like it’s nothing new.
A laugh spills out, unscripted, bright
Reflected twice in the window’s light.
And somewhere between a shrug and a grin,
The city forgets who’s out, who’s in.
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