We don’t run
in the same circles

But she’s there for
every time I read

She always comes with
someone I don’t know

But she always comes
whenever I read and
sits on the front row and
follows every word and
one time as I finished
she stepped up to me and
ran her hand down my arm and
then she left with someone
I’d never seen before

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Bill McCloud is a poetry editor for the Right Hand Pointing literary journal and is the poetry reviewer for Vietnam Veterans of America. His poetry book, The Smell of the Light, reached #1 on The Oklahoman’s “Oklahoma Bestsellers List." His poems have appeared in Oklahoma Today and the Oklahoma English Journal. He is a faculty member of William Bernhardt’s annual WriterCon, presenting sessions on writing and publishing poetry.

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