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July 6, 2018
and there he was, threading his way
through Saturday morning shoppers –
his gait recognizable, so handsome,
so utterly masculine, and yet so lost.
Could he find me in a crowd?
absolutely not!
So I stand on a discarded bus ticket
to make myself taller, and wave
my hand frantically to attract his
attention. Eventually he spots me
and moves to cross over the road.
He smiles as he mounts the pavement.
I return his smile and ask him if he
remembered to get some onions, and he
says I never mentioned any onions to him,
so we cross back over the road, and
go into the greengrocers, and buy
some onions and cherry tomatoes,
and then continue on home to
watch Footy on TV.
What Bliss !
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