Mystery of a Poem
She veils her face and laughs
never saying from where she came
The house murmurs and breathes
and she squeezes next to me.
at my desk
She won’t leave my space
until I let her speak
and we shoulder each other
watching words dance on page.
a quiet morning
I ask her if we’ve met and where
and she shrugs her shoulder.
She presses her finger on my lips
and disappears before I can say more.
shaped
(off-sonnet form)
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