Nothing carries away a smart woman.
Not silk or starlight or bread’s sour steam,
neither ballads nor hymns,
not headlines, not contour lines, not any voice
claiming this is This (he calls it love
or just a fine red zinfandel.
In either case, she stifles a smirk).
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Shannon E. Williams 