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She seemed out of place
on this late July day,
wearing several layers of clothes
including a coat.
But she was invisible
even with her several bags
of belongings -
as if she was traveling -
she was always traveling,
I believe.
I couldn't help looking.
I wanted to notice her.
I don't think anyone else
coming into the coffee shop
noticed her - she was invisble.
We made her invisible.
Not because we didn't notice...
we all believed that it was best
not to look
or to turn away
like when you catch someone
picking their nose,
the polite thing
is to turn away - and fast.
I wanted to think of something
to say to her...
I wanted to notice her.
During the event,
I didn't see her leave
the shop and join us...
but she was gone...
I just wanted to show her
some empathy.
I don't know
what her experience is
but I was thinking,
just today...
I am also
invisible.