They seem so at ease with one another
In the open light of day
Shining in the sun when I see them in glimpses when
I can look up from my accustomed tasks and
The weather is good
Which conjunction is a rare happening
And when I see them
A longing of an all too common sort rises in me
I wonder then
How many of them know each other well
Under cover
Of darkness
And otherwise
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