The Thinker

for Nathaniel

He sits alone in the corner
Head propped on hand
Elbow propped on table
Feet curled around one another
An open notebook before him
Waiting to be created upon
While he squeezes the images from his mind
Onto the paper.
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He steps closer
Our noses mere inches apart.
Dark eyes wide
He stares at and through me
As I take in his closeness
And try to imagine
What thoughts he might be watching
Swimming around in my head.

Rae Douglass