Something 10th About You

I watch you out on the street

and you move in slow motion

in the cold morning air,

and the little pink fingers of your scarf

drum on the back of your jeans in the wind.

There’s a part of me that’s half-squirrel;

taking you in but unconcerned

about your morning commute:

I have nuts to gather

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