and desperately searches for the right line
that might reel her in
let him net her
begin easing her from her clothes
let him enjoy
all that freshness in her eyes
her smile
whatever thinking goes on in her listening
the other takes her questions seriously
and prowls his memories for the best answers
his knowing for the way to say them
that most might set her journey
the long hike she must take
risking a twisted ankle with each step
that she might find her own hill
climb it and from the top
see her own field of stars
neither sees and neither hears her
the fullness of a life barely lived til now
the brimful excitement peeking outside the walls
that heretofore protected her
now hem her in
from all that world she barely can perceive inside them
from all those longings waiting to be scratched
her fate and life itching to be written
her pen still aching for its ink
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