Spellbound

Dear Sara Miller,
Your work delights me.

The darkly clear-eyed
Strangeness of your expression

Reminds me of the faces
I’ve seen on some lakes.

The gentle hints of music
At the edges of your wit

Are reminiscent
Of small birds at a distance.

I see you studied
Where I did, before I did.

Your one book aches, it’s so thin.
Makes me wonder where it’s been.