With a mug of coffee in my hands, I crack open the deck door.
Then I listen to the stranger across the street cough in the parking lot.
I've never been close enough to see the way he looks when it's 7am but I think
I would know if we crossed in the street.
You're the stranger I see in the morning kicking rocks in the parking lot
Clearing your throat between coughs
Listening to the birds sing
Which I do in my own way
on the other side of the street.
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