in the morning

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biking in the early city morning. the cleaning crews are leaving at the end of their night shift, seagulls loiter in an empty target parking lot, those who are displaced emerge from their hidden sleeping places and ponder with silent eyes how to spend yet another day in the midst.  many are busy with their going toward, with their moving to, driving shiny cars, rushing to wherever, buying coffee in tall paper cups, phones pressed to their ears, pushing past the inconvenience of my body and bike occupying the road.  the world is new at the beginning of the day,  and we might for a moment think we’re all in this together, rising to activity, until our work begins, and  the lines that separate fill in the spaces between us once more and again.

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