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In Creative Writing, Culture, Living, Writing (all kinds) on October 10, 2016 at 3:00 AM

Kirk Verner Writes a Poem - Photo Courtesy of Dreamstime.com

By Kirk Verner

Timid lips finally spew jargon.
You have less of an accent than expected.
Racing eyes, rarely locking.
Your fear lies in direct eye-contact.

Crossed arms, your knuckles are white again.
You look like a librarian, neat and gentle.
Your wet palm leaves streaks across the shadows on the table.
A chill in the air shall calm you with time.

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