Faraway Friends

Her eyes flicker
as people run past

her gaze
the length
of summer grass.

let in the cats
till morning hovers
the place where we stopped
being strangers

Her CD collection
now & then
a glimpse of darkness
heatwaves on my palm
I hold it under water
the grinding, spinning world
under my feet.
late evening
our courtship
heads south.

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