you thought he tried
to shut-eyed bashful hide
delight when on the stairs
you nearly crashed
from opposite directions
through the winter rushing
with your duties bearing
heavy coats and other burdens
on your ways you thought the other time he leaned
on accidental meeting
made a broadflash grin
inadvertent invitation but
it would be wiser not to trust such instincts
you are always reaching
dipping lazy fingers into sweet
imaginehaze for narrative, for poetry
looking in the wrong place for logic
that might order the
breaking litany still
after courtyard talk
the leveling of yellow leaves
walk beyond the pale
when he shied from the brown gaze
you must have steadied
though inside you wobbled jelly
it is certainly a first
and a new father too
baby just two months how almost comic
were it not bursting
the little gasoline dream
that had been tugging you along
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