meeting and passing † as i went down the hill along the wall there was a gate i had leaned at for the view and had just turned from when i first saw you as you came up the hill. we met. but all we did that day was mingle great and small footprints in summer dust as if we drew the figure of our being less than two but more than one as yet. your parasol pointed the decimal off with one deep thrust and all the time we talked you seemed to see something down there to smile at in the dust oh, it was without prejudice to me afterward i went past what you had passed before we met and you what i had passed ~ † robert frost, "meeting and passing" mountain interval : new york : henry holt and company : 1916 sound design by rjh illustration by rjh and chat-gpt 6 astra (light)
