Beauty in the Library
I listen to a book
in the library
across from a woman
who I suspect, like me,
engages in the love
daring not to speak its name.
Her jacket
Says “Sundance ‘08”
and part of me wonders
if she, brunette waves shining
and she laughs on the phone
to someone, was actually there.
She doesn’t notice my staring
and departs.
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