Obvious was the poet. He got shit-faced
in his own poetry.
He was madly in love with Sara Subtlety.
When they were dating, he would say,
“There’s the moon!” (This was during the day).
“Look, it’s three quarters. I wonder whether it’s waxing or waning?”
Sara: (sarcastic smirk). No response.
The moon. The pauses. The explaining.
She texted him she loved him, once.
Joseph to Sara: “You are so beautiful and I’m so happy you’re near me.”
She grins, faintly. He goes on, “I have no idea why you are especially beautiful right now!”
Sara (sarcastically): “Oh Joseph, tell me more.”
Joseph not only mentions obvious things, he repeats his observations for emphasis.
She fell in love with the poet. Each day she loves him less.
Conversation becomes difficult. Originality is important
and both Obvious and Subtlety know
poetry needs to make up its mind
even when love has that special glow.