end of the day

end of the day,
big-bellied man
waits for the bus,
overbalanced,

shoulders leaning
against the wall,
eyes closed, eyes closed,
lips loose, relaxed.

as I come close
lids crack open,
nothing else moves;
as I walk past

his fatigue sinks
a line in me —
I can feel it
as I slow, drift.

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