Leaving a convalescent home and driving
slowly down the empty street on a hot
Sunday afternoon, I approached
the wide, deserted, small-town main
street, and an extraordinary sight
pranced from my left to my right, like a
sweet daydream, of a miniature pony
proudly pulling a driver and a special
wagon made into a white pumpkin cage carrying four
little girls waving happily at me; I started
grinning from ear to ear and waved back, suddenly
in touch with fun people I’ll never know except
at just this one special moment
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