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standing beside you our shoulders touching optimistically as if they knew what we didn't about us halfway down the 8th 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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Janet Cannon |
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Previously published in
The G. W. Review (George Washington University) |
