People
  pass gracefully
You can see them laughing

A woman
  sun-lined
  her coat shining red
She sits
What for? you ask
Is she bored?

Class is over
  everyone go home
Though if you stay
  the teacher would love to talk
  using his hands

She plays with her pen
He blocks the sun
She fights the wind
He reads while he walks
She stares into space
He waves hello in big sweeping circles
She hugs her sweater
His hair blows in the wind
They pass each other without recognition

You can hear them laughing and discussing,
  stepping on the leaves
And then the wind picks up
  The trees hold on
  The leaves tumble

We try to distance ourselves
  Like somehow we're all not the same
And then the wind blows
  connecting all of us
There's something bigger...