amidst the flutter of the leaves
the changing of the seasons
whirling and swirling
I stopped
...
actually, it was more like someone stopped me
with a wave
she looked with smiling eyes and a knowing grin
with a wave
and then we moved on
but in that moment we saw each other
we actually saw each other
with a wave
...
do you stop?
do you wave?
do you see each other?
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