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To Each His Own by Claudia

In by New Author on April 6, 2011 at 11:07 pm

I stepped into the elevator just as the doors were closing
It was 6:35am; the elevator full of coworkers
The doors snapped at my shoulders
No one shuddered, flinched or uttered a giggle
As people exited, one coworker told me ‘good morning’
Good grief he had not reacted to my being squeezed by the doors
‘Too early’, he mumbled
Was it too early to be concerned? To notice? To react?
What does it take to feel compassion? Blood? Loss of limb?
Have we arrived at the threshold of discarding feelings for others?
Perhaps I should consider taking the stairs tomorrow.

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