Story Poem 2 Perhaps Surprise Would Please Her More

I distinguished between story poems and autobiographical poems here.  The small sonnet that follows is from 1969.


Perhaps Surprise Would Please Her More

The house is old, and grey, and tall.
Her room is on the upper floor.
He starts to ring, but, after all,
Perhaps surprise would please her more.
His feet raise little clouds of dust,
As he ascends to where she lives.
That pleasant aching must be just
The satisfaction drama gives.

He starts to knock, but then, before,
He listens closely to the door.
Laughter. Voices unaware.
The crispy creaking of a bed.
Softly, he descends the stair,
And for a moment, turns his head.

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