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He touches her forehead in a sort of blessing.

They recognize each other.

A reunion has begun.

A sort of repeating- of coming together.

They have a historical presence.

Not only of today-but of the past.

They communicate in original ways.

Known only to them.

His presence changes reality.

Her love is total.

She shatters the way the world sees him.

They judge him by his limitations.

She does not.

They do a sort of dance.

Of unspoken rhythm.

Her innocence blesses him.

As she also blesses herself.

We marvel at them.

And we know that as we watch.

Something special has happened.

That we are not a part of.

Poet: Sandy Rochelle


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