I start to feel–
as the bus kneels
and the Dog’s Bark quiets,
remembering my routine
–like there is space.
For me, or (I pray to remember)
There is space for another,
Stood on the curb.
With every reason to see.
There is space.
For one more, on that never full bus
In hard times,
Food is kept in the belly of a brother.
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