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In Passing

In the distance

on the shoulder of the highway

a parked dilapidated pickup leaned

toward a meadow sprinkled

with Black-Eyed Susans

and pink and purple Phlox.


Among the wildflowers,

ambled a balding elderly man

along with two small children

hardly more than toddlers,

each clutching bouquets.


Starting for the truck, all three

stopped, stooped,

and stole another blossom.


Whose day, I wondered,

would soon be brightened

by hand-picked flowers,

as the scene itself

brightened mine.