#34

my friend Louise is little and cute
and i call her loulou because of it.
also she is a quiet somewhat sneaky 
sort of artist
who splashes you with her art
instead of drowning you in it.
i admire that about her - 
how she treads lightly,
slinks into a room unassuming,
but with a smile 
that changes how the light rests.
loulou is one of those people i think
who would never expect a poem
but who sees the poetry everywhere -
in everyone. 
"you don't need to rhyme" she tells the moon,
"no iambic pentameter needed here" she assures
the daisies - 
"just speak" she whispers
"all your secrets are worth sharing".

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