what is left, what phrase

after last night? This:

The world is yet unspoiled for you,

you wait, expectant—

you are like the children

who haunt your own steps

for chance bits—a comb

that may have slipped,

a gold tassel, unravelled,

plucked from your scarf,

twirled by your slight fingers

into the street—

a flower dropped.

Do not think me unaware,

I who have snatched at you

as the street-child clutched

at the seed-pearls you spilt

that hot day

when your necklace snapped.

Do not dream that I speak

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