"Can you could teach me the mysteries?" he asks.
She does not understand,
he can't tell what her eyes are saying.
A breeze arises,
carries no birdsong,
just the din of traffic.
An hour later he realizes he loves her,
she sees it in his eyes,
but her bus has come.
She waves goodbye.
He does not notice,
has already concluded
she's from some distant shore of heaven-
a messenger,
but she's from Cleveland.
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