When I walk along the asphalt road
occasionally I  will study
some of  its many cracks
for in them I see  many things:
shapes of animals and  birds
and satellite views of broken  land
and the rivers  coursing.

Sometimes I am so intrigued
when looking down
I fail to see a neighbor
meeting me  along the way.
And when he greets me
I feel I’m caught off-guard.
I could offer explanations I suppose
but so far never have.

He smiles and says “Take care.”
I smile back and then move on.
“Taking care” is what I do.

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