Look left, look right
Your shoe lands heel to toe on the edge of the curb
Motorcars pass and tyres crunch gravel
You wait the road is clear
You step out and start to cross the road
Your green pants match the grass of the road island
You step up sun salutes you and exposes you
Again your neck adjusts looking both ways
You didn't see me at the top of the street
Watching you cross each leg movement slow motion
I studied you the way a prospector might a mine
I was grateful to have seen you today
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