Today my path twists through several groups of men.
Men wearing safety yellow vests as they gesticulate and sigh and look about with knowing eyes;
Men wearing matching oxfords with indistinct logos, jeans, and precision cut hair;
Heavily-muscled men in a small, closed circle wearing black t-shirts, black pants, carrying belts with guns and sticks, with pockets that I envy.
None of them seem to see me.
Beyond them all, a pop-up home and refrigerator block the sidewalk. The fridge is empty, ready for the daily bread, but a cheery, disheveled face, still sleepy and slow, pokes out of the door and smiles at me.
What did you see?
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