Poem.
Same morning sun I rose to,
my neighbor’s window
shone through.
The sun in my eyes,
same light through every windshield
as we make our daily drives.
That light bouncing off my skin,
Same warm radiance
Glowing from my kin.
Evident desire,
we are kindled
by the same fire.
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