When the moment has passedThere will be nothing to relay,
No statement in time
No place left to stray.
So instead let's record
The simple acts of the day
The objects on the tray.
Glances returned like change from our notes
Dancing street wrappers that steer their own floats.
If nothing is noticed,
Then time has its way
Capturing only the seconds
Of a mannequined display.
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