hands in the garden

we crossed once
in heavy
rain-

you hailed a
taxi,

i waved in
vain,

we passed again when
skies were
clear,

you met true
love,

while i shed
tears-

until years
later

you reappeared
to ask..

“haven’t i seen your
face ’round
here?”

(at last!)

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