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 Aware by Denise Levertov 
						When I found the doorI found the vine leaves
 speaking among themselves in abundant
 whispers.
 My presence made them
 hush their green breath,
 embarrassed, the way
 humans stand up, buttoning their jackets,
 acting as if they were leaving anyway, as if
 the conversation had ended
 just before you arrived.
 I liked
 the glimpse I had, though,
 of their obscure
 gestures. I liked the sound
 of such private voices. Next time
 I'll move like cautious sunlight, open
 the door by fractions, eavesdrop
 peacefully.
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