Street View

We leave at last orders and rain sops like soup from the sky. The others head home, jackets up over heads.

We hang back, wet and wanting

I lose

By saying the first word.

In one hour we have made one hundred circles and nothing
is left.

I am walking away from you remembering the first time that we were strangers

You watched me
While I danced.

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