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I thought I saw
someone I used to like
sitting outside the town hall.
Instinct whipped me round,
and I walked away,
but then I thought,
why?
So,
because I could,
I went to where
I thought I saw her,
but she was gone.

I thought I saw her
in the library too,
a few days ago.
Again I hid,
then pushed myself past,
thinking,
I have done nothing wrong.

Now I'm sitting with a napping duck
on this eggshell-grey day.
And I'm not thinking much,
but this milk-eyed duck
and I
share a look:
I say,
I will not hide from the possibility of her,
and he winks,
then dozes off.