Gretta

Press Gretta down into her seat

as you read her, thoughts

Put upon accent

somewhat Irish, somewhat not.

 

Indulge in her gawping eyes, vacuous, as you pour her a whisky on the rocks-

Invite her into your world of untouched pages, touch her mind

with intellectual gibes

that she doesn’t really understand.

You think you want her to, but you don’t really for

 

her awe is enough

 

as she sips and stares at

the poet that sits before her

whose presence is grace itself.

 

How lucky she is

Sir to be educated

By you.

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