Friday, January 28, 2011

1: Sight-seeing

I gaze at you while you gaze, too

You gaze at letters arranged with sense,

Lines of sense filling page after page

Lines gently traced by your finger tips


You look intently, deeply

You try to understand that you seem to not comprehend

With a wrinkled forehead

You attempted to decipher


You scratch your forehead

And shuffle on your seat

As noise filled the place where we stayed

Music played, laughter emanated


And then you flipped the page

Your bright red bookmark filled a different space than before

You smiled at the new lines of sense that caught your eye

And so I smiled, too

I smiled at you then gazed away

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