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Mary Michael
The air was bitingly frigid that Monday afternoon
When so suddenly she appeared
Only seconds later did I spot her peering
Upon a rather questionable piece of technology
“What are you reading?” I asked
“The book of Genesis.” She responded
This caused her thoughts to detour
Into mindless babble about the controversy
Concerning proper prayer location
It was then that I studied her
In an interestingly disgusting way
Composing not much of a difference
All else shifted to the subject of radio
A somewhat plausible means of elusion
Though as she departed nothing was to be seen
But the wake of what remains unknown
When so suddenly she appeared
Only seconds later did I spot her peering
Upon a rather questionable piece of technology
“What are you reading?” I asked
“The book of Genesis.” She responded
This caused her thoughts to detour
Into mindless babble about the controversy
Concerning proper prayer location
It was then that I studied her
In an interestingly disgusting way
Composing not much of a difference
All else shifted to the subject of radio
A somewhat plausible means of elusion
Though as she departed nothing was to be seen
But the wake of what remains unknown
Published 24th Jan 2013
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24th Jan 2013 5:30am
Reads like an encounter that may never be repeated and yet can be labeled as profound. I didn't quite get the significance of the "rather questionable piece of technology."
