A Quiver
A quiver
a nod
the slightest toss
of her hair
A purse of her lips
a shy crease
playing at the edges of
her sealed mouth
A gesture
imperceptible
a moment's tilting
of a finger
The most
indeterminate
of steps
forward now
Stop
heart
await
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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