interlude
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standing beside
you our shoulders
touching optimistically
as if they knew
what we didn't about
us halfway down
the eighth street
subway steps first
time kissing goodbye
before your paris
vacation plane we
agreed the layover
hours seduced
reciprocally reaching
each's hand holding
hesitation in
the grasp naively
converging expectations
automatically kissing
again as if heart-cued
by passing rationalities
leaving the place
there wondering if
inclinations would return
you assured me
you'd send a postcard
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Poem by Janet Cannon
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Previously published in
The G. W. Review
(George Washington University) |
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