sea mist cleaning thought,
we walk
side by side,
hand in hand,in silent communications,
and petulant observations;
unceremoniously,
we bow and bend
our glass covered eyes
in the hopes of
noticing...
ever so slightly,
a sign of reconciliation,
but none arrives,
so when we realize
no rain is appearing,
on either of us, we
close our umbrellas and
cease our watching.
17Jan15
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