through the crowd like
the sly snail who
is forever in half
retreat,
ready at an instant to
withdraw
into his portable bunker.
Ears and eyes, tail inside,
he presents an impassive
and inscrutable face.
He is safe
in a dangerous world.
Her shell, too, is made
of spiral, smooth white
mixed with bitter,
brittle notes.
Behind her earbuds she
is unassailable.
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