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tuesday morning, pages 78 and 79
tuesday morning, pages 78 and 79
pulled back on the book i was reading
as if its yawn was bigger
than the one i had borrowed from you
only an hour earlier
we both laughed
remembering the days when you
touched one elbow
to the other behind your back
and challenged me
knowing it would never happen
it was raining when you left
then looked back, tilting your umbrella
like a military salute
after a wave and blown kiss from me
i pulled on the front and back covers
of my book
touching one to the other
as if they were elbows
meeting behind my back
the taxi pulled from the curb
before i could show how my book
and you
could do what i dreamed of
between pages 78 and 79
tuesday morning.
~tolbert~
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wayne tolbert
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