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THE CHARM OF THE ORDINARY
I get reassured by simple things
When I observe my neighbor has left her porch light on
In the evening (which comes early this time of year)
I think "Maybe she's expecting a package."
Her porchlight becomes a signal beacon shining
Across the mysterious Universe
When a delivery truck with her package appears
From the dense darkness of a rural road into that warm circle of light
I turn away from my window pleased and reassured
That this small detail went exactly as I expected
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