Those Absent Minds

Those absent minds encountered on the street
are resident in bodies of all kinds,
and they are not aware. I cannot greet
those absent minds.

As if equipped with plugs in ears and blinds
for eyes, all sense devoted to complete
attention on their phones ā€“ the tool that grinds

them into zombie walkers, sends their feet
at waver on the pavement. So I find
myself alone among, on home concrete,
those absent minds.

(Roundel)

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