the scene as seen from the afternoon up over the afterschool bridge two boys two friends ahead of me turn back they see someone I don’t turn around I don’t know but it must be some boy they don’t like or some girl they don’t like or some boy they like or some girl they like and so they run away throwing their heads backward to see how fast they are escaping from this whoever and then they are tired of running less than a minute in maybe thirty seconds and they hang over the railing looking at the tracks and glancing back they realize whoever is too far away to worry about and so on they go crossing the bridge until one looks back and sees whoever is closer and so they run again repeat repeat but finally whoever catches up but only with one and he takes this one by the arm and I think it’s sweet the enmity washed away but whoever points two fingers at his captive’s head and marches him forward to his fellow soldier willing to make a deal but none too soft and I am disappointed and move on not running but not looking back
another scene as seen from the narrow sidewalk behind the building before the gardens two couples or might be and three beers two sitting one bouquet standing up looking professionally distracted but still watching the standing gangly-armed teenager gesturing with his beer she is waiting to see something that might not be there but she does not walk away
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