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he smiles,
with right eye open,
at her–
a cabbage head.

he massages her love leaves.
he learns her verdant secrets.
he peels away her dirt dead deeds.

but,
she’s no different
than her–
his “friend,”

as she waits in the car
watching the sun stroke
the store front
listening to another
sad love song…

alone…
anticipation’s fool again.

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