I watch,
from inside the fishbowl.
Looking out
at the dysfunctional world.
The rain has eased
the skies, still grey.
It merges with the asphalt,
the buildings,
various shades of Blaaah!
Traffic is steady
it's quitting time
everyone in a rush
their needs
surpassing all others.
Pedestrians shuffle
shoulders hunched over.
Either due to the
electronic device
in their hand,
or against the wind.
Some,
carrying many burdens
upon themselves.
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