Musings
She thinks I’m not watching
But I never miss a movement
Graceful as she stoops to dip her brush
Finishing some joke or story
Entrancing me with her gently focused stroke
Raising her head half smiling
She has caught me watching
Smirks in the knowing
Blushing I turn back to painting
But I never miss a movement
She doesn’t think I’m listening
Silently I’m puttering
Words seeming common enough
Falling like jewels from her lips
Maybe it’s her way of speaking to the caller
Maybe it’s her voice and intonation
She has caught me listening
Smirks in the knowing
Blushing I move on back to work
But I never miss a word.
Filed under: poetry, Uncategorized on August 4th, 2009
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