Her name was Mary.
She did not know me
but I waited for her,
hoping for an audience.
She saw me and said,
"Don't worry, I see you.
I'll be with you in a moment."
Her smile was just so.
It felt good to be noticed.
I waited while she finished
speaking to my friend.
The two of us didn't come
together, but she was
the one that introduced me
to her writing.
Mary walked over and
we spoke. I asked her
"Which of your books
should I get first?"
She recommended
her 'Selected Poems'.
"If you wait a few months
it will be in paperback and
much more affordable."
I would end up buying
it in hardcover, despite
her advice. I thought
about how she sounded
when she read that evening.
Witty, sincere, and in control.
Her cadence, half-spell,
half-revelation. I still can't
believe she gave me her time.
I, the young man, new
to her work. Imagine God
speaking to Homo Erectus.
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