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02.04.2006
The woman
I saw my wife today
Leaning against her hoe
Looking earnestly at me
Passing by in the bus,
My face distorted against
The sun’s glare on the bus window.
Examining her countenance with new dedication
Feeling all her thoughts pinging mine.
We looked at each other for as long as it mattered
Long after the bus turned into the next bend
And we slept holding each other
Long into a night that ended so fast
When I was thrown out of the bus
For unnecessarily sleeping too much
Long after the bus had reached its destination
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