the man, happy to be home,
throws his child
into the air, his small son,
then catches him.
he does it again
then again.
the daughter next.
he sets her down, then hugs his wife.
they embrace.
they kiss gently
then look deeply into each other's
eyes.
I wonder where he's been
to have been missed so.
what trip was he on, a soldier?
a salesman.
I watch them as he grabs
his bags, his wife's
arm around
his waist, the chilren
before them
as they leave the station
as one.
there is beauty in the world.
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