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Barry Middleton
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The ritual of hopefulness
is always the same.
Velvet night is a soft vibration
as my eyes meet hers
with curiosity and fantasies
of what might be.
Later, talking, feeling,
the thread is spun
that wraps us in each other
like a thing hoping to happen.
Plastic gestures cease.
Again there is a breathing thing,
alive like the evening air,
a darting thing like flashing eyes,
a tentative thing, a blessing,
a possibility.
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