May 4 - The Rite of Spring by Jason WardellA leaf covered her face
whenever she was looking my way
otherwise obscured in thought.
She hid behind a phalanx
of unopened books
and scribbled tentative thoughts
on the dances and sacrifices
that accompany this time of year.
She hated that I was there,
in such close proximity,
my own shielding wall,
my own needlessly large dose
of sleep substitute,
my own inane scribbles,
as I hated that she was there.
I wanted her even closer.
She wanted me without leaves.
05/04/2009 Author's Note: 2:00 pm or so
Posted on 05/04/2009 Copyright © 2024 Jason Wardell
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