A Palimpsest

7 

Tumult of deployments: where a life
takes you. In the city, she could be  
woman instead of girl. 

Already she knew 
beauty as danger; wary but
growing expert at what it meant. 

Amid the clatter of cocktail glasses,
he stumbled toward her, his desire
and its curved arrows.

Did she smooth 
her pencil skirt, arch
her eyebrow higher? 

I am still learning
about my own 
capacities.

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