If I breathe too deeply, I'll bust,
waiting in my seat in
this corner f
or her to finish what she needs to do
before she goes on to do what
she came here to do
in the first place,
mingling near the door where students
get ready to shoot her picture
along with the parade of other professions
that came to do it here, too –
cops and maybe robbers,
marines and sailors,
the ROTC guy falling over himself
to help her while the
men in uniform wait,
a star among stars,
for an event in which I play observer,
a mere nobody except
somebody
who arrived, but won't leave later with her.
Who do they think she
is,
starkly beautiful
against this educational backdrop,
all part of a drama
Shakespeare might have admired,
her carful grooming
making her fit in
and yet stand out at the same time,
while I remain invisible, perhaps even to her.
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