of light
on the long walk,
a mile down the path,
a stream
of goodness and warmth
shining
between
the trees.
i close my eyes
and rest on the long
wooden bench,
until a woman
comes along with a kid
who's crying
and screaming.
she asks
me if it's possible
for me to carry his bike
back to her car,
while she carries the child
with tears down
his face.
she's tired
and pregnant,
with another one
just a few months away.
i say sure, why not
and off we go.
me and this temporary
new family
with a bike under my arm,
making small
talk all the way.
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