Strange Enough

Days like this, I come to places like this
and just to sit, just to watch.

Take a seat a seat at the strangest table
and watch the strangest lives surround.

Strange enough to love, but only as an adjective.
Strange enough to still-life in a frame that isn’t mine.

Leave a seat here open, pulled aside a bit.
A lasting invitation, and a friendliest decline.

These days all play like B-sides…an afterthought,
post-everything and undefined.

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