Tipton Poetry Journal – Winter 2022
Narration Michael Keshigian The other men, in their ostentatious outfits, attempted to entice her with idle bravado, drinks or a dance. He watched as they huddled around her, competing for her attention with intense glances which said much more than hello. He bid his time in a corner, where smoke filled air stained his eyes. Far from the embattled contestants. he wrote on a pad, describing her voice and beauty, thoughts he knew he would one day read to her when they were perfected and courage allowed him to rouse her from the customary into the extraordinary ardor of his verse. He would be the different one, the flushed eccentric with common clothes and a black notebook, thick with words she had never heard before. He would be the charming misfit who, in a warm summer breeze, on the edge of night, will capture her affection with a narrative it took so many nights to contrive.
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