Sunday, Seen

An unknown’s face framed by fliers, outside a wall-sized window.
Cigarette fumes hit the glass and bounce back to eyes that look at their own reflection.
Furrowing brows, spasmodic lips.
The eyes recall twenty amusing sensations at once and the mouth sweeps them aside with one (less amusing) dictum.

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