At the intersection he stands for a while looking at something
across the street; four young shorthaired men,standing there
together,eating take-out...all at once three disappear,into a
nearby movietheater,leaving the one remaining to pace a little
back and forth before he too vanishes around the corner...
                     
                                   XXXXX

    Then equally young Mister Liberal yawns,
unremarkably; and returns to his previously planned
meeting,which he'll be late for unless he hurries along...

   For he was to meet with University friends for beer&conversation...

                                     XXXXX

     These are the leftovers of course...
Sure enuf they have been laid under some stack of papers,piecemeal
pictures of slowmotion action,lingering for how long no one yet knows...

  On after what could not be contained in a week or two,onward into the
inaccuracy of recollection, inward as the typical essay would require...