Busy rushings

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Poem: "For Bartleby" by Malena Mörling
For Bartleby

Tonight I wonder where the man is
--who used to stand just inside the doors
of the Lexington Avenue entrance to Grand Central Station.

The full moon is rising. Around the earth, meteors move
--through space. Every day for over a year
I walked by him early in the morning

--and at the end of the day he still
stood in the same position, arms down
--his sides, looking straight ahead

at thousands of people walking
--without colliding in all directions at once,
everybody trying to get to a different place.