coming home
on coburg
i caught him
creeping
soft, stealthy steps
across the matted lawn
toward
the front stairs
determined
not to wake the flowers
he must have known
I was staring
because he stopped
to look at me
eyes wide
and emerald green
slightly startled
as if to say
you look
familiar, somehow
as if
to say
don't tell anyone
you saw me.
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