Life cycles

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Sitting by my office window,
watching people moving
along the street far below.

Every minute a girl walks
past my window, hurrying
to an unknown destination.

Yesterday she was busy stepping out
of a waiting car as her younger
self passed by on a pink bicycle.

The older woman barely glanced
at the young cyclist, in her hurry
to cross the street for a meeting.

The young woman on the bicycle
was thinking about her boyfriend
and not getting grease on her dress.

Today the cyclist is busy stepping out
of a waiting car, barely glancing
at her younger self on a bicycle.

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