by Ted Kooser
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Not walking hand in hand with her pretty companion,
but the two touching fingertips, or nearly touching,
since the tall, flashing curtains of glass that they pass
keep them a breath’s thickness apart. And at each brief
keep them a breath’s thickness apart. And at each brief
course of brick between the shop windows, the one on
the left places a finger into a smooth trough of mortar
the left places a finger into a smooth trough of mortar