When he rolled down the window

            At her back, as she greeted him –

            It wasn’t such a while –

            The sounds of the valley

            Indistinguishable,

            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