Quiet Flutter

I have no rhymes for you, no metaphors

And sonnets are old-fashioned.

I could compare you to something beautiful,

Compare you to the Moon undressing of her pride

To bathe in a turquoise lagoon

Garlanded with coral reefs

And fanned by palms and birds of paradise.

But you are nothing like that

You are

Swish-whoosh-twinkle-twinkle-flutter-flutter

You are as simple as a glass of water

During the tyranny

Of a summer afternoon.

Still, that would not do

You would not understand

You would think

I was some helpless poet

Trying too hard

To make you his muse.

Better not say anything then

Better keep silent

For in such matters

There’s much eloquence in silence.

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