As I walk down these city blocks
I see faces everywhere.
Holding soccer balls
dancing and practicing moves
Running with wind in their faces.
Strollers, heels, towels from the pools.
Each face with a story
a place here
a life with its meaning.
We forget these faces
as the blur into a mash of rainbows of colors
images that are all around us.
Each one the same
just another.
This face
and that one
with their stories
heartbeats
and voices
are there.
If we walks down these blocks
and look.
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