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On Cold Mornings, Too

Have you ever felt your life stall,

like in the middle of a busy intersection,

missing, sputtering, and then run out of gas,

or breath or something?

And then, after an eternity of panic, cold sweat, swear words,

inconveniences to those near to you,

start again slowly, hesitantly unsure,

moving on again, but never glancing

in the rear view mirror once,

acting as if it never ever really happened at all?

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