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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Hilary Biehl


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The Literary Tryst

Dressed in the glossy jacket of a book
of poetry, I walked unrecognized
down busy streets, for no one cared to look
beyond the lettering of my disguise.
My jacket flashed; the panels of my skirt
all fluttered like a fragrant page turned over.
A grinning vagrant looked up from the dirt
in which he sat and winked. He knew my lover
waited for me in a quiet room filled
with sunbeams, lying bare between clean sheets
of paper. And he knew how the world stilled
when two minds touched; for living on the streets
had chilled most pleasures, and he too had found
felicity where meaning marries sound.