without looking, so involved in your life you
didn't even see the car door swing wide,
so wide it caught your right leg, tearing
across your skin, your book bag, fully loaded
skidded across the pavement, your shoulder
melding with loose pebbles,
how dare you interrupt the well planned
day of this driver, who was busy looking at
his cell phone, so careful not to miss an
important call as he swung open his car
door wide catching you in its arms,
not the warm welcoming arms of a mother,
but sharp edges of someone who could care
less.
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