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I wonder what I saw
in your eyes
I mean I saw the kind of
greenish brown
people call hazel
and when I looked more closely
I thought I detected some yellow
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was it perhaps concern
or maybe anger
but you're too gentle for that
so it was probably annoyance
or frustration
at how thick as a brick

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I must have seemed
when you were telling me sense
and I was still wondering
what you were teaching me
as if I really had to work
for the meaning
you had arranged on a plate
before me
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it wasn't that I was
putting on the dog
of feigned disbelief
of little betrayals
of bright hopes dashed to blue smoke and smithereens
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enchantment can be that way
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just for a moment
I fancied I caught
in your eye
a wisp of magic
the silver mist of a missing mirror

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unconsulted but sill serviceable
between its black cracks
was it myself I saw
or was it just my imagination
playing tricks
with my longing
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if I lingered any longer
I would have been staring
so I demured
and averted my eyes
and temporarily rested my enquiries
to give you time to recover
and return to blessing
which is your gift
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if I dared even to think your name
and whether it had anything to do
with a song that was playing
on the radio
or in your parents' heads
when you showed signs
of being ready
to take your first kick
at that great match of perpetual choosing and taking a chance
at which we all get a shot
at greeting the moment
as if you'd never have your last
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now after taking a breath
I see the spark has returned
as you light another fire
and raise another glance
and quiz your next guest
about his origins or his dance



I stole a kiss
in that moment
not fearlessly from your lips
or eyelash
or fecklessly from the back
of your hand
but furtively from your eyes
and your glance
 
and there I saw you at last
no more lovable than I
no less loved
than your Day Two pants
or your go to earrings
or your to and fro flats
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but that's
you at last
no less than in the lines I trace

with my eyes
or those you trace
with the grip of your fingers

or the shape you make
with the grasp of your hand
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or in the shadows you cast
on all that is too peripheral to be captured
or paraded past
the palace of remembrance
of purposes dispatched
of promises pledged
of play dissipated
in the scent of the storm
great Glamis
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perspicacious petrichor
earthy at first
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and then green as grass
welcoming geosmin
quivering to quench
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the beasts of the prairie field
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I don't think I ever looked through a glass darkly
but every boy has watched hockey
through scratched plastic
knurled Perspex
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or has his face pressed against the boards
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and what of meandering streams
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or Comely Banks
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or mixed stands of larch and ash
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also known as tamarack
or whirling white pine
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or Douglas fir
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sadly prized for its planks
and buttonwood
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and all that that entails
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now imagine
if you will
the leaf
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of the branching oak
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with arms like tree trunks
scooping up tired travelers
who come hand over hand
and toe on top of foot
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taking comfort
cheek to cheek
against the cool and beckoning bark
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better to stop and hold
than to let hands go
when you have the legs of Ganesha
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or the lips of Shiva
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imagine
once again
the thinnest leaf of the oak
quercus alba

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that makes brine pickles crispy
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when you don't have black currant
(not forgetting the garlic)
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or the salt
that
paradoxically
makes the ferment sweet
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then think of Rumpelstiltskin
whispering the alchemy
that turns straw into gold

then remember
being ahead by a century

then renounce the smoke
of false bravado
when you hope
not for what may be
or could be
or should be
or would be
if
God were in his heaven
and the world were right
but hope for what is
and can be
if you listen
to the thoughts in your head
or the magic
in the mind of a frog
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eyes wide
perhaps surprise
never fear
for no pseudopodian dominion
was ever built
on the feet of any such clay
the way Nebuchadnezzar paid
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nor am I asking you
to tilt at windmills
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like some latter day Quixote
or whistle while you work

or make like you've lost your best friend
such is the progress of cat's feet on the hardwood floor
and of the bend of the arc
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between first dance and last chance
side stepping like Clare Quilty with Vivian Darkbloom

or dancing me outside
like a Prometer or a Bleeker
or really taking a chance

approaching neither full on nor crabwise
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rather ambling confident and tall
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and letting yourself fall
on the fag end of a failed romance.

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