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
But more than one as yet. Your parasol
Pointed the decimal off with one deep thrust.
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.