Revised sonnet #472
To me they leveled lovingly a clue
As fellows went I matched the brilliant best
In wintergarden glasshouse we walked west
Her brother source of envy bet they knew
Their calm in company to me is due
I seethe in silence pass as proper pest
I join in laughter self afraid to jest
I dont ad lib a fib or fix a point of view
At margin mired all thoughts turn tactical
You see hes eloquent and elegant
His clever comments come off relevant
His friendly gestures grip as practical
At statues kissing close I was in awe
Exotic plants in plastic pots I saw
Chorus awe bafflement disbelief
