I love the way you listen.
It is a simple act, my friend,
But for your eyes and chin.
Your eyes follow, your chin bends,
Your smile is red and quick.
You don’t laugh, your eyes do
And that’s the sound that sticks.
I babble on, don’t say boo.
Your silence, word for word,
Is like a star newborn
That honors night’s blank ward,
That this verse merely adorns.