Hello-goodbye
they played that song whenever
they were in the kitchen, together.
dancing their own sacred rituals;
ground pepper in the eggs, turkey bacon
grease tipped from the pan to tupperware–egg shells
in the overflowing plastic compost bin.
they intersected each other, waltzed apart
and then back to touching–in stride.
they moved in their own orbits, singing
different bits, but overlapping once
or twice as both their feet
in socks moved instinctively, reflexively
toward each other across the rugs and wooden floor.
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