once you were on a bench

feet apart

bolt upright

as if you grew out of it

and the sweltering trees and birdsong

plaid like an orchestra to the tenure of your gaze

And I wondered then, as I do now

if

as you properly looked

you were as absorbed or absolved

by their quiet step or doeful eye,

as I was?

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