They need not have known each other.
Your first bloke, solitary
showed only waiting.
Not impatiently, with destination.
Nor idle without direction.
Your second bloke
arrives and leaves without distinction.
More a suggestion, that this mood
accompanies all his travels.
And yet between, your fellows bob on land
The concrete swells where sea has stopped
transfixed, her daughters return o'er head.
World travelled, form-changed they fall
in shards on sand and stone, briefly
hold two men in shelter, attired
in shorts and sports vests sharing a light,
then pass.
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