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Every vehicle that pulls
Up to the small town’s stop sign
With an elderly dog or

Elderly pair of human
Eyes peering out a window
Is a vehicle of lives,

Whole lives, in the round as yours,
In the midst of a moment
For you and them, moving through.

What shall you, life, do with this
Awareness, understanding?
The morning sun hits the walls

Of small, brick buildings, curtains
Where someone could be living.