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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Marie Kilroy

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Beneath the Grates

I am the one beneath the grates
as you walk by foot step
by foot and jean or dress wearing,
waiting to be opened by the slit.

But either way you walk by
and I can't see your face but I know you.

I am the thing that sees you
when you don't think you are being seen.

I hear you marching to the beat
of your own heart rhythm.

Matching the marching,
like the way you move
your hips under sheets
wet with heat

and not sad at all
with the day.