There’s a strange sense of sadness
as I watch someone I used to work with at the restaurant
ride by on his bike
uniform draped over his arm
on his way to another day
of the daily grind…
And I wish more people could be like Tana
the dessert girl at the restaurant
quiet, shy, soft spoken
but who emailed me just a couple days ago,
wanting to meet, ask questions
saying that she couldn’t stop thinking about
becoming a statue
performing in the street
and finally
doing what she wants to do
for her.

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