I left the books behind today:
a coward's way of telling, but a
start, a quiet declaration
of intent, a footprint
left deliberately in snow.
Soon you will know:
no need to ask or tell,
or sit amazed to find you so incurious
about my lipstick and foundation.
At the least, no need to phrase it
in a big, dramatic way.
A minor-key enquiry - you've read them?
A reply which will be all I need to know:
the signs of thumbing on the cheaply-printed pages
which will tell me they've been skimmed
as sure as tracks sing sagas to the hunter,
as curtains strangely shut provide
a signal to the spy.
a coward's way of telling, but a
start, a quiet declaration
of intent, a footprint
left deliberately in snow.
Soon you will know:
no need to ask or tell,
or sit amazed to find you so incurious
about my lipstick and foundation.
At the least, no need to phrase it
in a big, dramatic way.
A minor-key enquiry - you've read them?
A reply which will be all I need to know:
the signs of thumbing on the cheaply-printed pages
which will tell me they've been skimmed
as sure as tracks sing sagas to the hunter,
as curtains strangely shut provide
a signal to the spy.
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