We\u2019re striding with the morning rush to the station when you stop and lean close to a rose bush. I say you resemble a clich\u00e9. You say you\u2019re looking, not smelling. I detect thorns in your voice.<\/p>\n
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At an outdoor caf\u00e9, you point at a lazy Saturday cloud. I say it resembles a cat. You say it looks like our past. The cloud loses its shape. I\u2019m afraid to ask what you see.<\/p>\n
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An ant crawls across the patio table. When it stops by your plate, you fix your eyes. The bug starts to move away; you press with your thumb. The ant\u2019s legs writhe from its crushed body. When I asked why, you say you weren\u2019t done looking at it yet.<\/p>\n
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You kneel and stare at a crack in the sidewalk. I\u2019m afraid someone might trip over you. When you stand, I ask if you saw a river? A lifeline? You say you saw a crack.<\/p>\n
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I can stare, too, I say, as we\u2019re cleaning up after supper. You flip the dish towel over your shoulder and lean close, unblinking. After a few moments, I avert my eyes. I hear a scoff. You say it was a sigh.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
You say I see what isn\u2019t there. You see only what is.<\/p>\n
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I awake. You\u2019re standing at the bedroom window and looking at a brimming moon. I say, \u201cIt\u2019s beautiful,” and now I understand. \u201cToo late,\u201d you say. I hesitate then go back to bed. I dream we both stare at the sun and never see each other again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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