art

she taught me greek
and the beauty of a cessane
in its ordinary
she let me see the lights
and the shades of light
in true bohemia
she let me browse through her myriad books
and meet me in the eye.
she knew what i had to say
and said it for me
she heard my unsaid words
and told me to wait
so she could wait on me
i wonder why i did not
move.