Mary Ann Samyn What Prompted That

—Then, you, into your woods, safely,
and me, falling asleep to the sounds I imagine you hear.

You said what looks like patience, isn't.
Is it fear?
A day later I remembered:
in the family photo, you were the center.

To be admired is to be responsible for admiration:
the bobcat, gorgeous in his watchfulness.

Passionate love is something else entirely.
Confidante, I'm just now waking into our city.


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