The City

December 19, 2011
By colleen23 BRONZE, Dearborn, Michigan
colleen23 BRONZE, Dearborn, Michigan
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She sits back and listens
And takes in more than she vocalizes.
Hiding behind her thick glasses,
She hopes to be masked by the specs and others’ oblivion.
She is not a loner.
She just sips on her coffee
And realizes everything that everyone else misses.
It makes her smirk sometimes
The place setting behind her has been set then reset at least four times in the past hour and a half.
Each time discovering new faces, new stories, new personalities.
The scene never changes; they inhale food as fast as they possibly can, spilling every trial and tribulation they possess between bites, pay, and leave.
She is only on her second cup.
As the people around her try their hardest to squeeze sitting for six seconds in their schedule that is planned minute by minute,
Her only concern is where she will go next.
Maybe she’ll walk down the lane with the large oak tree.
She feels she should bid goodbye to its crimson leaves before they fall to their fate.
As she gets up to leave, she catches glimpse of the people funneling in two single file lines heading south towards the city.
Walking out the door, she ventures north.


The author's comments:
I wrote this while keeping in mind that people let life pass them by, without stopping for a moment to take it in. I am always open to free interpretation!

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