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I saw you
walking home late
afternoon. Maybe
after dinner
at
your mother’s.

Looking right.
Then left. Before
crossing to close the last
block.

I wonder, if she served
mashed potatoes.
Your mother.

If she knew
the wind
was not the first, today
to sift your curls.

Kiss
your cheek.





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