We parted in front of the gate.
The male security guard talks
to his female counterpart
on the other side about the riverside
he took his family to and how
his daughter spoiled the day with
her swinging mood.
You smile at me while
the female guard’s hands sail
through your stream. We look at estuary
alight, abuzz, through the foggy glass
with the mall’s name engraved in lush gold.
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