“Recognition”

On a road gladly met there was a stranger;

Brown eyes like mine own.

“Where are you going?”

A smile returned.

My arms move like hers and her knees carry fine white lines like mine.

“How did you get those?”

Hands trace at the silvered ridges.

“Why don’t you answer”?

“Because you do not listen”.

I am listening now.



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