Walking with
a friend
through heavy
August air,
measuring it
by its pressure
on bare
sunlit skin,
wetness
sometimes
leavening a
bit – sweat
which lets a
breeze permit
it to
evaporate – leave a breath.
Walking with
a friend
as if to lend
each other something
of the secret
of a moment shared,
parsing out the
bared
and blessed, a
mystery
of
timelessness, nothing
you’d know how
to say,
something that won’t go away..
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