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Ten Men In A Truck

By John I. Blair

Today ten men in a truck back,
Riding somewhere in the morning,
Looked out at me;
And one smiled enigmatically.
Where were they going?
What would they be doing there?
Why was I so curious
About these strangers?
Pulling up beside them
For less than 20 seconds
I felt connected
To these fellow humans,
These co-travelers
In the freeway traffic
And on the planet,
These mitochondria mates
In the sea of life;
And when I pumped the pedal
And sped along my way,
A ghost of loss rode with me
And hung about my office
The rest of the day.

2003 John I. Blair  

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