Hands on your hips
You stand in the darkening yard
Proud of your progress so far
Things still to be done
But even without a plan
It seems to be coming together
At least by the look on your face
As I watch you through the window
Just standing there and you turn
Our eyes meeting and you smile
My hands on my hips
Mirroring-mocking you
Turning away with a shy grin
Love finding us out
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