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Birds Of a Feather

They don't actually flock together.

By Steven KrousPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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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.

heartbreak
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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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