Plodding Progress

It took a month for him to realize
That she was beautiful. She dressed
Like someone's spinster aunt,
But, once he'd viewed her carefully,
He saw the face beneath the glasses,
Savored her dark, bunned up hair.
The graceful body underneath
The clothes which looked like grocery
Bags went only rarely unconcealed.
It took a week to learn her name.
He wonders now how long he'll
Have to wait to talk to her.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-04-06 at 16:55

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