In my hurry home from your hospital
I take the river route
And see them again.
They look wizened - some of them.
Others - studiously shaggy,
Like Hertha's hair.
No one can achieve that look without work!
Today, it is chilly and they wear jackets over their shirts.
They are oblivious of me.
To me they are conspicuously obvious.
Do they relax so much that they can't hear my tires
grinding up the autumn leaves along the curbside?
When they lift their arms in symmetrical harmony
Are they aware of anyone but themselves?
When they lift their legs in symmetrical harmony
Do they ever fart?
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