I drove, willing my thoughts
to be absent,
noticed you in loose
clothes, a smudged white t-shirt—
like the one you get for
donating blood,
only, maybe ten years ago.
I was about to make a mental
note about your life,
and its hardship, when you
yawned.
I yawned, too, swallowed my
thought, and continued driving.
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