I like it when people brake for squirrels.
When they scoop bugs onto napkins
and gently set them outside. I like it when
people put their shopping carts back and
smile at strangers and hold open doors.
I like the awkward run, the breathless
thank you. I like it when people share
appetizers and good news and book
recommendations. When they get so
excited that their hands become actors
and their story comes out as a spark.
I like it when people offer these bright,
little flowers. These tender, yellow bursts.