Fresh Love

We are both very frightened.
We have both decided it will not work.
We have both decided we don't know
what "work" means
but we are afraid of it.

Cyclically one of  us 
approaches the other
but the other backs away
as if we are enclosed
in nonintersecting bubbles

that bounce apart
and stay apart
until they by chance
meet again
or pop.


;©  Deborah Bolle

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