Shift
They walk to you
down the same campus grounds
you also like to wander
like a visiting professor
or favorite adjunct.
They have the same long coat
you wear to brave night winds,
hoping the tails leave
a trail of mystery in wake
of your unseen wandering.
They'll either pass you by
and allow you to keep
your route for now
or tell you to go home
with your worldly pretense.
It's their turn to catch
campus lights like moonbeams
in their pads, stand in the center
of the amphitheater alone,
rehearse soliloquies to no one.
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