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This is poem #21 for the November Poem-A-Day challenge. My poetry tractor has apparently driven into a ditch and I am therefore confined to writing on one topic and one topic only. Ah, well.
permission slip
here is your hall pass
my room is at the end of the hall
you’ll recognize the painting
you were there when I got it
please don’t linger in the hall
just come straight to my room
I’ll be sitting in bed, reading
but as is my habit these days
I’ll be reading only so my mind
has some words to swim in
while I think about you
my delicious affliction
I’ll put the book down
when I hear your footsteps
and if the light is just right
you’ll see me smile as you enter
and if the light is just right
you may notice my cheeks are wet
and if the light is just right
that won’t matter
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