Seat; raven hair slips gracefully around the archway of her face
Fully focused on me. Now she’s firmly pointing, with her deep swamp eyes
Anointing me like I am set apart for her
And her alone
She babbles and she gabbles
On and on and on
Flipping pages as she gages
Our reading marathon.
She turns around and runs for another book and
Comes; my smile has made her bolder, and I feel her smooth brown rounded
Shoulder touching mine. Saucy and demanding, she is forcefully
Commanding me to read her book and put my own
Good book away
2007
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