A Wash of Love

I rode BART after sunset Wednesday night,
my body tired and my brain adrift,
and realized I was feeling quite all right.
I gazed at others, and I sensed a lift
of love for everyone within my sight.
Sensation washed inside me like a gift,
and though I didn’t understand the source,
I seek to keep the memory, of course.

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