a different road

Family gathered around a busy table

on Thanksgiving eve.

Young woman hoisting a wiggly infant playfully in her arms.

Unheard giggles.

Dim light warms a candid glimpse of this contentment,

maybe brief, maybe practiced, maybe routine,

the tableau escapes an anonymous third floor window.

Regardless, it makes me smile as I drive past,

taking a different road.

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