Delight
She seems to take delight
in telling him she caught
a secret glimpse of him,
here,
or there,
or nearly anywhere.
He wonders,
Does she know
how merely her delight
in telling him
is sheerly his delight?
Poetry by Rob Graber
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Written on 2016-02-21 at 20:11
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