it's less than kindness.
this tolerance
we bear for others,
in line,
on the open road.
hardly a day goes by
without a curse
or shaking of head
occurs, a stare down
through windows,
wary eye to eye.
the world is getting
tighter.
the pressure rising
with each new sun.
no where to escape each
other. nowhere
left to hide, nowhere
left to run.
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