two nights running.
They were closer,
louder than I had heard before.
It took me a day's confusion
to sift the answer:
Concentric circles repeating,
like polka dots,
like breadcrumbs,
structured shadows
caught in a sideways glance
and the echoes of their shapes
plain in his light.
two tin cans
with a taut string between them.
My hand wrapped gently around the one.
I raise it up
to my open mouth.
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