Foreign but
Familiar.
Familiar.
Wide, surprising smile
Makes his eyes take
a new shape,
a new shape,
playful.
The screen door
Of the front porch
In a country home
Opens -
You taste a childlike charm,
At ease enough, but
yet
yet
to invite you in.
His eyes a brighter blue
each moment
Passing
Quick laughter
rising, crackling,
Passing
Quick laughter
rising, crackling,
making sense of that saying -
He cracks you up too.
Later
in the quiet
in the quiet
Dim light doesn’t hide
that weighted,
that weighted,
pensive look -
Thoughts passing through his face
like
like
soft-footed cats,
shadows
Behind silhouettes,
Sensed more than seen.
Words, unfound,
let alone
let alone
shared with you.
Brings to mind
A boy
A boy
I knew once.
Who wrote to me, after
our knowing
our knowing
had long passed,
To say he was
sorry.
sorry.
He thought he had used me -
Sweetest heart,
I had seen the shadows,
Muted sorrow,
and stepped forth
willingly
willingly
To hold hands and hold
loneliness,
yours and mine.
yours and mine.
This man, and he, share that similarity
Those quiet moments,
bringing comfort
bringing comfort
along with
Sadness.
Not meant yet to be shed
of the shell that
cracked them open
And
led them
here.
led them
here.
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