I discovered you yesterday
excuse me for being flabbergasted
and somewhat trite
still recovering from a
vagrant thought you might
actually understand me
or do I misconceive
intelligence for the insight
of a knowing smile?
your grin replies
enigmatically, “that secret’s
safe with me! ”
© 13 January 2010, I. D. Carswell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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