And again as I stare out
this window I see yet another exit
so similar to the one the other day
noticed behind the sink.

the metro the petrol
the routine gone retro.

and
the woman begging
and
you stepping around.

Her eyes have stuck with me
& challenged my need to say
just One Thing
Well.

go fishing
go missing
go seek a dollar kissing

not one thing

but Every Thing
and everything said well
in exits everywhere.

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