their lean pretense, their raised eyebrows
as they stare you down
when you have waited so long
that you no longer recognize them,
and as they edge you off of the road
you stare back, appalled,
then turn and walk away
because we all know
miracles can't be trusted.
Here is the recipe
you've been looking for,
she said, giving me
her way of turning
a dozen paltry moments
into a luminous day.
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