You teach me to go
out of my way for people,
you go out of yours
for me. A kindness
like the rim of a glass,
or the edge of a biscuit-
a lake I bend over and kiss
with an open mouth. I roll
my tongue around your
simple gestures endlessly
hoping they will never end.
There are fishermen
watching you go ahead
to prepare for my arrival.
They notice my child-sized
footprints retrace, bury
and sink into yours - though
I am not too far behind.
They see things we do not,
just below the surface.
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