admiration

Last to arrive

She holds sway as the others do not,

They all seem secretly and openly to
be a little in love with her

Vivacity and excess, they all are raucous
with affection,

Boisterous, unable to contain their admiration

She arrives last, a fifth wheel so readily welcome

At the table of four, full of news and views
that seem to astound and cheer

Her companions, her retinue, her coterie of
Friday morning coffee-drinking friends

 

 

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