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Sonnets From Other Lives: Jane

She has the most ordinary eyes.
You pass right over them without a glance,
forget her name in seconds. No surprise.
But you might notice, should you look askance
in her direction that she never looks your way,
or any certain way for that matter. Instead
she’s scanning everything. You couldn’t say
for sure what she is seeing but her head
moves purposefully, though you never
really see her look at you per se.
Spooky. But then really would it ever
cross your mind to turn & look her way?
She’s a small detail you never notice. You
don’t know how much that she knows about you.