I don't know what to do with this love
I see the people
The tall, the short
The wide, the thin
The grandfather in his jacket working at night
The baby bundled in his carriage, a pacifier stuffed in his rotund cheek
The cellist with his instrument encased between his legs
The reader with her book, ignoring all around her
The curly-haired boy with headphones, leaning against the door
The friends with their chatter, catching up on their lives

These are the people who share my world
There are the people with whom I sojourn
These are the people who spark my affection
These are the people for whom love overflows.



November 9th, 2017

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Photo Credit:
 Thomas Hawke