meet outside city in park
black curls combed back
dark wool sweater over shirt
you shake hands firm grip
he pulls you towards him
in embrace and the walk begins
soon you are off the path
wandering English country-side
neat hills and meadows
he goes wherever he wants
over fences
through fields
he talks of the peace he feels in this place
peace is
playfulness in the heart
he says smiling
darkness behind the eyes
and you feel the dark warm hug of curly wool
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