Mar 2019
I don't know what's left to do, if not that.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCLXXXV)
He was enamoured of her poems, to hail
My friend with highest praise lo, after thence
The Elgin Lit Fest's public reading, whence,
Next catching her behind him in betrayl
Upon the stairs in leaving, stopt t'avail
Her of his card and open invite hence
To read at their gigs each third Sunday's sense
Of joys, at some Batavia bookshop. Bail?
I was too giddy oer the chance, not her.
She was quite stunned. And now tis "that" day too,
Watch as blue skies half whisper I come tour
The naked forest in vain search flowrs cue.
We'd planned to go today, but that was poor.
I can't decide if wandring 'lone would do.
17Mar19c
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCLXXXV)
He was enamoured of her poems, to hail
My friend with highest praise lo, after thence
The Elgin Lit Fest's public reading, whence,
Next catching her behind him in betrayl
Upon the stairs in leaving, stopt t'avail
Her of his card and open invite hence
To read at their gigs each third Sunday's sense
Of joys, at some Batavia bookshop. Bail?
I was too giddy oer the chance, not her.
She was quite stunned. And now tis "that" day too,
Watch as blue skies half whisper I come tour
The naked forest in vain search flowrs cue.
We'd planned to go today, but that was poor.
I can't decide if wandring 'lone would do.
17Mar19c
Silence not so golden as galling. Unfortunately the **** detailed earlier stole my minutes after the event, whence, though I was sitting next to her, I was too fully engaged in first, one mutual friend's departure and then him; I never knew about what happened until she explained it in full some days later, his turning to give her his card as we paused on the stairs for her to take a breath my belated introduction to aught in that regard.
(50/F/Bolingbrook, IL)
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