A Picture

People stared
at the lonely girl
who sat silently,
still as a tree
on a windless day.

People glared
at the unmoving nomad
who gave nothing, save one–
a song from his guitar string
and a happy grin.

People laughed
at the wreckless dreamer
who builds castles on filthy air,
painting colors out of the grays
with eyes lost in a haze.

In a fast-paced world…
in a world of motion pictures,
stands an old photograph.

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