How to spot me in a crowd

If you came across
A thin unfed lad
In brown plastic sandals
Contracting and relaxing legs like a cow's forelimbs
A shiny silver coated stagnant watch on the left
With a slight forward bend
That is me.

I carry a novel and a notebook in an A5 brown envelope
With an Organisation's camera in a black case

The notebook is a therapy
Against external threats
Of hooting and misplaced stones

Poa will be the reply incase I am greeted
From my dry lips

If you read my mind
You will find sex among other vanities.


We are but a passing crowd


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