~split~

Down the narrow way
extend past beyond,
One becoming two
splitting far from any view.

...if only one knew.

A smile curls at ends
back's turned toward me,
Eagerness set free
but blind to what you see.

1-13-06

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Edward, I'm refering to the singular form 'back's'. If one's back is turned, then he/she can't see the expression on the other person's face.