I sit on the veranda, Un-noticed. Adults are awake, admiring the dark water. No one looks up. A child, five or six, would see me, older folk are mostly fixed on the ground, watching for hazards, lost in thought, Inside their heads; Not where the beauty is revealed.
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Security guy
The security guy big brawny bloke, Shouted at us To move across To step this way, not that, and I was startled, knew that I had to respond In the expected way, knew that controlled deference is all that is permitted. In this place. Sheepish.