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  • I stepped aside,
    waiting for the train
    to burp out all of the
    disembarking passengers.

    There were many
    and each appeared
    to have
    very important
    destinations.

    They were
    weighed down
    with leather
    bags and scrunched
    up faces.

    One man stood out
    in the crowd.

    He stepped off
    with shining eyes,
    beaming
    a bright
    and broad
    smile.

    With both his hands,
    he carried a bonsai
    plant in a
    small
    blue and white
    ceramic pot.

    He wore a blue collar
    and a pot-belly paunch.

    He dried my bag of
    sorrow and tears
    in a clipped instant.

    I boarded the train,
    heartened,
    broad and
    shining.
    .
    .
    .
    .
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    "Pomegranate"
    Longwood Gardens,
    Kennett Square, Pa.

    (a.k.a.-Mushroom Capital of the World)
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