I buy the paper
for some news. it's Tuesdays
edition, not todays,
Wednesday.
I don't return it.
bad news keeps.
it's still news so I sit
and read under
the arcade,
the rain is falling.
I watch a woman pushing
a stroller. her hands full.
I see her husband.
holding a bag, then kissing
her blushed cheek.
his arm goes around her
as he whispers into the thick
brush of her hair.
they are in love.
I turn away, go back
to the news. yesterdays
news.
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