Miranda.

Love
You do not know how beautiful
                                       you are
Hiding behind your hair
                                 and glasses,
The brim of your hat.
Your slim pale body like a little
                                         house
Lost deep in the shadow of trees
On a magic island,
The blinds drawn down,
The doors closed tight.
Perhaps one day you will surprise me
                                  with a smile
Awakening birdsong,
Melting the icicles
That permanently hang from the walls
                                 of my homestead
Like an iron curtain.
Meantime I watch you picking at ideas
In the books in my library,
Throwing them up into the air like tennis
                                                       balls,
And not watching where they fall.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
July 13th. 2017.