Leaning upon the newel
I followed you down circular
Out into the square
There was a burst of birds
A quickening of step
A nuance of eternal chances
and the surety of rain.

I saw a man near a statue
Steam pounced from his face
Up and out against the Azure
He had a paper, and it had him
There was a clock looming
And shadows curling through vista
The river, black, snaked in daylight.

You were singing of Summer
You were barely chest high
A basket of fresh bread hooked
from your arm, rubbed at your side
Top buttons open, periwinkle dress -
- cascading about your pale ankles
You smelled of Vanilla and morning.

I stayed behind you 'till the bridge
And that is where I let you go.

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