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Writing Day
She far watching me as I write
tapping these lines
ignoring side glances
It's now close to seven at night
and we have yet
to start breakfast cooking
My blinders are on kettle cold
only tepid thing
about us being
her first poet I am told
second artist
reassuring novice
But she likes to watch me working
comfort claiming
my mistress accepting
Today for grace a day writing
pulse permissive
as her shoulder tapping's
copyright Randy Resh 2008
poem
by
Randy Resh
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