Moving On

Shuffling through late snow,
disheveled and dusty
after a day’s traffic,
humming to myself
a tune of moving on
from where I don’t belong
– which strikes me as funny
because I’m always moving
since I belong nowhere,
a stranger returns my smile
which is about all I can hope for.

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