yourself,
falling into the pattern
of those
before you.
discussing the weather
with complete
strangers,
talking cuts
of meat with the butcher.
asking the cab
driver
what kind of miles does
he get with his
Prius.
you wave to strangers,
look into
strollers and say
things like, cute,
boy or girl?
you ask
the mailman,
how many miles do you
think
you walk a day?
God help you.
you've arrived at that
age.
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