Observations From Two Lovers Dining Poem by Kyle Costa

Observations From Two Lovers Dining

She reaches toward her internal mechanisms and nods,
little arenas of her voice summoned to speak.
She's shy, I know it.
He becomes alive with her words. I know it better
than he does, and I envy him for it.
I gave guidance to a dead crow years ago, and watched as it
proceeded to bury itself.
It's all just conjecture.

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