Forgive awkward glances and failed attempts to impress you.
Ignore the poorly placed jokes
And off hand remarks to the others in the room.
So beautiful and polite to smile back
To such a ramble of things, such a mess; but a happy one.
But a reserved one, not at all the same as in the natural state.
Better for the inspiration and calmness
And all of the fresh air of clarity;
Better because of the smiles and the new journey—if only imagined.
Even if the tightly woven ball of yarn it has all become
Finds no reason in the end, or does not unwind in time to knit,
The distraction is wonderful, and a new game to concentrate on
Is such a welcome novelty and what if there is something behind it?
So shy, so unlike me; I hurry to learn to learn the rules.
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