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