Ten Seconds

At their best, these
poems are little love affairs—fireflies
bursting on a night 

scene to guide one solo walker
to another for a single
turn around the park 

and pause before
the old iron footbridge
to witness 

whatever the marsh north
and pond south
might offer up.

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