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Boys could be in any park kissing.

The crows call them boys, anyway.

A few people are still listing reasons.

A few are choking on blackberries.

I’m a mother, son, lawyer, etc.

But we don’t have anything in common.

The crows: curious, demanding.

Some mother is always there, knowing what we didn’t have.

Some romances are conducted by email and some after death.

We’ll be aged, polishing our bruises, calling it passion or confusion.

In the park, near the tracks …

Just as a mirror falls and

we must work in pairs

and alone.