Birds Of a Feather
They don't actually flock together.
I know a woman
she brings a scowl and a young golden retriever everywhere she goes
at some point along her travels she worries to herself;
"is it going to rain?"
it would be just her luck if it did
now she carries an umbrella everywhere she goes and I don't blame her but every now and again I miss the feeling of the rain.
I know a woman
she's attractive but does not know it
she is one of the only humans I have ever met that captivates my soul and made my instincts obsolete.
Her very presence thaws my icy bosom, nurtures my disposition and for once I see a chance at connection and an alleviation of heavy solitude.
The only thing that these two women have in common is that they both left just as soon as they arrived
running somewhere
chasing distant dandelion wishes in the sun.
About the Creator
Steven Krous
I'm a small town (small state) writer, born and raised in Rhode Island. My goal is to share and gain wisdom through writing, ultimately teaching and being taught by the lost, broken and/or discouraged souls of the world, one word at a time.
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