So many people (I myself am one)
With eyes glued to their screens. I wonder if
They notice I have seen them have their fun,
Or if they'd notice if a minor tiff
Erupted in their faces. Can they see
(As I can when I glance up from my screen)
The tired faces - theirs of certainty
Included - or the passing fields of green
Nourished by the falling sheets of rain
Pressed on the window? I look up, because
I wonder; they look down to dodge the strain
Wondering might bring - at least mine does
For in my wonder I must realize
I too avoid the other riders' eyes.
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