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Sep 2011
We were in the dark
Standing, the grey blue
Pouring out of the box
While the world slept
Deeply, unaware of our revelation

We hid it, in our own way
Staring eye to eye
With steadfast affections
And quivering spines
Racing minds
Bringing our once divided lines
Together

Seeing each other
Underneath and around
Above and inside our forethought
Our defenses paper thin and falling
I tried to mouth the only words that might bear the weight of my meaning
And I saw it in you too
“What? Wonderful, wow, whoa, why?”
And then
“Why not?”
As you bent, silently, from the hip
And fell into an embrace
And our fumbling hands wrapped
Our fumbling words met
Cary  Fosback
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Cary Fosback  Albany, NY, USA
(Albany, NY, USA)   
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