Part 1: Finding a Seat
He chooses his seat carefully
Not the front row
Not too far back
Not anywhere his eyes
Can swivel to look at her
And look again
Not too far from her though.
He sits.
Directly in front of her,
Warmed by her breath
And the gaze
At his back.
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Part 2: The Middle of the Lecture
Prof. Sakinawa
Does not know Prof. Ichiguro.
Still, disrupting the lecture
By leaving in the middle
And embarrassed by it
She moves on tiptoe,
Eyes sliding in the distance
Until she sees
Another pair
Familiar to her as a mirror
Prof. S does not know Prof. I--
Yet she unclips her smile.
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Part 3: The Departure
At the time
Her pen alights
To describe
The clear flare
The speaker
Lit in her brain
The words vanish
As if in a puff of smoke.
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