Mid-afternoon by the summerhouse
we came face to face
and his eyes were full of the same surprise
that was holding me frozen in mid-movement
as if I were playing "Statues".
There was no fear in those bright eyes
- just surprise and curiosity -
for this was his territory as well as mine,
only our timeshare schedules
For a moment he stood looking at me,
perhaps wondering how long
I could stay balanced on one leg,
then he disappeared into the bushes:
I'd been given the brush off.
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