over our twin
prosciutto and mozzarella
panini, we brushed off
the dusty book of questions
and looked into its
depths, leaning over
to toss one warm stone
into a familiar-looking page

we translated the deep-well
response from french
to english to music
and took with us
one note, still wet and
glistening in the new sun


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