She wonders where he goes
as he turns another corner;
she panics she will lose him
as he wanders in the wood.
He walks in tighter circles
not knowing tree from tree.
He broods into the darkened sky
fretting the silence in his laughter.
She pads between birch and elm
not knowing all she knows;
she finds her way to track him
dropping crumbs upon the ground.
With another layer of abstraction,
we hide within cliché’s expectation.
(April 25, 2014)
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