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Some Things (Free verse) by Christof
Today she is sure she saw a smirk
Briefly pucker the librarian's lips
And not because the books on bridge,
Baking and babies are overdue
But because last year the same young girl
Smirked to fine her seven pounds
For the late return of Anais Nin.
Funny, she thinks, I can't recall
The words or the cover but I can still draw
The woody smell that spiced his sweat,
The tint of the skin of his fingers glowing
On the page, and those long lie-ins.
Her thumb skirts around her new wedding ring.
Now, as before, she says to the girl
You know how easy it is to forget
Some things.
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.6666665
Weighted score: 5.6622047
Overall Rank: 2084
Posted: November 7, 2002 1:40 AM PST; Last modified: November 7, 2002 1:40 AM PST
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I particularly like the contrast between the wholesomeness of bridge and baking and the wickedness of Ms Nin.