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September 14, 2011

a tight intermeshing of

peakhour bicycles,

all shapes and sizes (bicycles?)

around a London village intersection,

as the sun begins to drop low

and this city is nowhere near as grim as it was last week.


these are my ancestors, these tea-drinkers,

and maybe I have something to learn from after all.

after all, never to dismiss

what is misunderstood

is the first lesson, the last lesson, and several lessons in between


every moment is a window

on new life and its quiet infinity

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