Sweet Onion Grass
Monday, August 16, 2010
Passing him in the hallway
When I pass him
First his eyes meet mine
His eyebrows
Raise.
Then he inhales
Like he's going to speak
His shoulders
Tense.
But he just smiles
Kind of gaping-like
Hands in his
Pockets.
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