Unplugged

Unplugged we watch
Listening to the urban symphony
Hear the cornucopia of tunes
Spewing

Unplugged we wonder
From left to right
And back again
What is she reading?
Is he penning something about me?
And what is that noise
Underneath the train...

Unplugged I see them
Trying to escape
The way the plugged-in one's do
As they bob, shift, or play
Only to glance my way
My pen catching their eye
As it gets lost
In a myriad of conversations
About life and its ways...
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