empty floor beside me when the soldier scraped his chair
and bent
his pleated uniform to perch in silence there
we waited
for the caravan, i sadly closed my hands
across my
lap and just enjoyed the breathing of the man
he cut a
solemn figure of some innocence in trial
a
piercing gaze set ruthless in the sweetness of a child
may I
turn without explaining toward the hollow of his eye
and let
my body tilt and spill, a clear dash from the sky
and start
a rage of something fleet and starving in my bed
and feel
the shape of something lost I never really had
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