The loud mouth sat inside the bus stop.
Shouting out loud
Unaware I could understand his voice
The old lady came walking out of the minimart
Crossing the empty road
interacting with the loud mouth
Like mother and son
The pale crusty faced loudmouth blabbered as I passed by
Screaming his inside joke to the elderly woman crossing
She apporached him with her groceries and new stories
Scolding and my presence and affirming his derision of me
Maybe if I had their eyes I would see myself as a zombie
One they zombared and mocked for fun afternoon distraction
They were pale ghouls to me obstacles to avoid in the growing shade of four pm.
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