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Sport 17: Spring 1996

Love is a Kind of Seeing

page 49

Love is a Kind of Seeing

It was that evening
that showed you to me
and you left on a plane
in the morning.

You became wise to me
over months and then
suddenly (your wisdom—
neglected in unbelief).

I realised you
had recognised me
I was in shadow
but you saw me.

You bridged the gap
of circumstance
with your body
you reached my shadow
and you held me.