when did it start, which second?
was it the second session
the second Jäger
or the second month of my second summer
then the magic of summer ended
and the sleight of summer continued
but only for awhile
love was a verb in the Sound
straining
misunderstanding
hurting
straining
misunderstanding
hurting
with our thoughts and cold touches
differences and indifference exposed
self-righteousness my wrong
and then
love was a noun
concrete
easy
concrete
easy
comfortable
i was her pillow
the spot she wanted at day's end
and she my climbing harness
and i learned what safe falling was
some memories are mine
white towels and favourite smiles
some belong to canon
back-steps and pacific islands
others combine
waterfalls and cabins
until here we are today
the clichéd next step
and enjoying the cliché
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