When He Rolled Down the Window                      

            When he rolled down the window

            At her back, as she greeted him –
            It wasn’t such a while –
            The sounds of the valley
            Breezes and hovering

            What was it about his face?
            And hers?

            To each they smiled, even warmly,
            Recognisable –

            So that was it,
            The recognition, when
            There hadn’t been a need

            That slight separateness
            Standing out, in the valley
            Of indistinguishable sound


            Emanuel E. García, Sojourns2014