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Two & A Half Aug. 12, 2002 ] 12:48 AM That day we stood at the junction Where Maze Street joined Hobson's Crossing. Where the lights were green for a fleeting touch. The lone point I focused upon Was the feel of strength Beneath my dreamy head Against your solid arm. All around me, Time blurs, A landscape of you defining The freewheeling crowd. At the cessation of August, We stood, An asymmetrical line Following the curve of one shoulder Leaning into the other. This year I stood alone. Where Maze Street sliced Hobson's Crossing. Where the lights turned an angry orange Into a red unblinking eye. Watching the lone figure Supported by torpid pride Backbone of austere dignity, All around me, Time blurs, A watercolour of tears mar The freewheeling crowd. At the cessation of August I stood. An onerous tangent To the dull graphite line That runs parallel to single solitude. wax ] wane