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Thursday, 13 February 2020

Youngest on the subway // Better love poem

February 13, 2020 random thoughts (published April 9, 2021)

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I’m on the subway, and I am the youngest person in this section.
I wonder how often this is true and I just don’t notice.
But someday, out of my control I will get on the subway and find I am never the youngest.
People keep looking at me. Probably because I look like a kid leaving school early.
The lady across from me is probably the oldest. She seems nice.

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We don’t need a dozen roses, let’s promise
Summer days with garden hoses,
Winter nights with fleecy covers,
Evenings reading next to eachother.

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