on another day
you'd stop
in mid walk
and say hello, you'd
talk about
the weather,
the ice, again
impending snow.
on another day
you'd be
more kind, more
quick to see
her eye to eye,
ask if the mail
had come,
if she had
time later,
it might be nice
to come on by,
but not today.
there are other things
more pressing
upon your mind.
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