Silver – stanza 12.3

“Hey,” said Tara.
“Yeah?” said Allison
“Do me a favor and read this.” She handed
Allison a small magazine, pointing to the middle
“What?”
“The poem right there.”
“Sure.” Allison read the short poem
“Cool,” she said.
“What do you think?” Allison read it again.
“I like it,” she said, unsure what Tara wanted
“Can’t you hear him?”
“Who?”
“The guy who wrote it. Blake, whatever.”
Allison read the poem again, listening
And she heard the voice, his voice
“That’s so cool.”
“I know.”
“Who is he?”
“Who?”
“The poet?”
“I don’t know. Some local guy.”
“So cool.”
“Do you want to get dinner?”
Allison held up a paper bag. “That’s mine.”
“Sorry. You going to be here later?”
“Probably.”
Allison read the poem again, disturbed
She heard a voice and it was someone
She knew, someone who talked that way

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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