They love her,
I don't know why.
It's in their eyes
even here,
as the student leads
us to the library,
even as we enter the room,
gazes turn in her
direction,
as if she is a movie star,
holding luncheons in
her honor,
letting her up on
stage to perform,
this small town reporter,
here like no other
I've seen before,
what magic does she
possess
that makes people
adore her,
like this invite to \
teach here on career day,
no best selling
author,
no famous actress,
yet, they love her.
I see it in their eyes,
in the way they
react,
in the way they talk,
none noticing me in
the least,
just her shadow for a
day.
What makes them feel
this way,
what power does she have over all of them,
over me, too,
as I take my place
in the line of her admirers.
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