In solitude and the company of one
patterns form and fall away again

a few cling tenaciously to the days
these become rituals

weekends we drink coffee in the park
winter and summer but not
rain or shine

today it rained
and we took our coffee to the stoop
and looked out together

at the stones and roots and trees

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