Every body perseveres in its state of being at rest or of moving uniformly straight ahead, except insofar as it is compelled to change its state by forces impressed.
--Newton’s First Law of Motion
Hurrying out
Of the baker’s
To bring the still
Warm daily bread home,
This somebody comes close
To missing
The funeral notice tacked
On the light post
But does pause long
Enough to see
It’s nobody
He knows or else
He would’ve been stopped
Right there and then,
Cold too—like you
Or me.
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