of the ambulance paused
as it pulls
in front of the house
across the street, we
can't help but
open the door to see
what's going
on.
who's sick, who's died?
who will it be
wheeled out, flattened
by life
and then gone?
it's not our turn though,
so we go back inside,
dinner soon,
the dog needs a walk,
the tv is on.
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