Lou Followed
(James Antony Rooney) Her down the street, into the bookshop And stood waiting,
Hoping their eyes would meet. She flicked through Duffy In the poetry section, Then Kennelly.
He wanted, like nothing ever before To run his fingers through her curls To kiss the length of her neck, And even in public,
To caress and fondle
The contours of her curves. She looked around,
“Sorry, am I in your way?” “I love poetry,” he blurted, “Milosz’s brilliant.”
Bemused she stepped aside. Lou went for it,
“I have a lovely apartment
Overlooking the power station.” Smiling she walked away. Lou checked out Yeats
For two and a half seconds.
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