![]() Thoughts. June 8, 2010.A Poem by GunMetal![]() True Story.![]() The salesman was matching his footsteps to dozens of strangers around him. He was good at a step matching. He had learned it from rain tapping. Recreating the sound with his fingertips, running at the moments he could not hold on to anymore. Heel catching, he stops in the middle of the steady mall stampede. Potential customer. Potential customer. He sees everyone’s eyes. Possible commission.
He relies on the pockets of strangers. He started step matching me. I could see it. I know the look. He tapped forward and said, “Hey!-” “Nope.” Quick answer. I’m good at that. © 2010 GunMetalAuthor's Note
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35 Reviews Added on July 8, 2010 Last Updated on July 13, 2010 Author![]() GunMetalWish You Were Here, Alta Loma, CAAboutFirst off, if you have a Tumblr, feel free to follow me with the link up there next to my picture. Also, My Twitter. ------------------------------------------------- Find me somehow. My name .. more..Writing
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