A Conversation

“Watch me”, she said.
“I never do anything else”, he said.
“Take note”, she said.
“It’s all written down”, he said.
“Really?” she said.
“Yes, everything. Even now as I bow”, he said.
“Give me a line”, she said.
“The more it waits”, he said.
“Is that it?” she said.
“No, there’s more”, he said.
“Surprise me”, she said.
“The better it glows”, he said.
“That’s poetry”, she said.
“Yes, that’s true”, he said.
“Why are you bowing?” she said
“I worship you”, he said.
“Never stop”, she said.
“I won’t!” he said.

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