The Suitor

 We lie back to back.
 Curtains
lift and fall,
like the chest of someone sleeping.
 
Wind moves the leaves of the box elder; 
they show their light undersides,
turning all at once
like a school of fish.
 
Suddenly I understand that I am happy.
 
For months this feeling 
has been coming closer, stopping
for short visits, like a timid suitor.

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