Your lips push your cheeks up,
pull your spine with.
Three seats and aisle, mere sign of the divide-
Her striding: focused. Her notebook: her pearl.
Still, when she’s long down,
your eyes’ glow lasts,
across the distance beaming, mere sign of the light.
Alphabet Ravine 
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