10.1.11

I watched you, watching for me

For more than 10 minutes before you saw

Then

You smiled and ran away from your lost glance to

us.

Where does this feeling come from and how can two be separate from all and want to share so much?

A red wheel barrel, a ship bound for all ports, we’ll read

Blankets and soup

Hence the feeling of truth in your grip

I don’t have to explain to anyone

Hemingway was right.

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