there he was on a park bench
writing leafs/ giving them to trees
there she is -volunteering-she heals!
he plays violin/guitar like your very life depends upon it
she hosts graciously and listens deeply
(this rock can be moved if it is seen as pebbles
that accrue only through gravity/we are linked-
past/present/future-all dreams we wear
until the next skin grows over us
Then the forgetting moves in/we claim virginity
as if the present moment were an island
and we are its only survivors
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