Sorry to Bother You

“Sorry to bother you,”

the man called out.
He had been rehearsing his lines all day.
“I exist,”
he said.
But no one responded.
So he walked on to the next car,
jingling his cup,
hoping the sound would catch the world’s ear.

“Sorry to bother you,”
the man called out.
Emptiness responded with a warm breeze.
“I exist,”
he said.
The man was met with silence.
So he traveled onward,
jingling his cup.






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