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The simplest relationships happen without
any expectation, this is what I believe

The infatuation in a girls cheeks

The eyes of a man when he looks on

My spouse, I am poor

I'm a paper situation

Year by year
year after year

There have been a string of bad years

I sit at a large table

Words don't unravel overnight

The kingdom of money
And the kingdom of memory

The necessity to bend ones head forward

Nothing but a blind prompting

A woman turned to Him, you know

His mouth a towel into which

His resigning

His panic stricken resignation

was withdrawn

This overwhelming lamentation

The things that are never confided

A child walking and running

He takes hold of my hand
fascinated by the squirrel

Something deeper than "use"

I could love home in a deep sense