Each stranger:
a collapsed universe
folded into a face.

In passing glances…
on stairwells,
in parking lots,
in temples without roofs…
a thousand unnoticed offerings.

Wander there.

Let life’s thread bind you
to those you will never know.

Let ambiguity be
a kind of kinship.

Keith "Maggie" Brown Avatar

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