Walking uphill, the paved loop in the state park,
sunshine, quiet, 70 degrees,
my head is clearing, my lungs laboring, my mood improving
and then, off to the left, a snapshot.
Two women in sunglasses, one reaching the back of her hand
toward the other's hair as though to stroke it lovingly, they see me
and freeze, her hand drops, expressionless faces look off to nowhere.
It's ok, I want to say.
I can see you love her.
I'm really not that guy.
sunshine, quiet, 70 degrees,
my head is clearing, my lungs laboring, my mood improving
and then, off to the left, a snapshot.
Two women in sunglasses, one reaching the back of her hand
toward the other's hair as though to stroke it lovingly, they see me
and freeze, her hand drops, expressionless faces look off to nowhere.
It's ok, I want to say.
I can see you love her.
I'm really not that guy.
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