The Look Poem by Diana van den Berg
The Look
She was writing
at her yellow-wooded desk,
in the quiet of the night,
tranquil, pen moving hungrily
over the paper,
with her dog at her feet
and her cat on the desk.
Silently he appeared in the doorway.
She sensed the warmth of his presence
and turned her head upwards to him
and their smiling eyes bridged the distance
and the room glowed
in their radiance.
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