Employment
I wait here for the slow minutes
to make up their minds and go,
walk on, passing me by.
I sit still, hoping time
will not notice me
and call attention to my idle hands
and how they could be employed
to make yet more useless distractions
to occupy other more restless hands.
I am satisfied within this stillness
and I can live inside this silence.
The world is welcome to pass me by.
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