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Jun 18, 2011 12:14

two play at any game
at least two, ever two
until she decides to turn away

what are you going to do now

watch the breeze roll in
over and under
and remember how the grass shifts

unseen and ever-moving like the thought behind her eye

play it again and make it a good one
long keys, brass foot pedals
stares turned your way the next

missions always out of reach

until she decides
always beyond your touch
running long blades on flats of hands

two can play and two can run

musings

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