He’d hoped for a perfect day
Of dirty shoes and a long walk
While she had made plans
To drink coffee and talk
He sat behind the curtain
Altered by the sugar
Took questions one by one
Without a perfect answer
He almost never had one
She whimpered on
Walking about restlessly
Without any footwear on
He had nothing to ask
But the one that made her shudder
It wasn’t her love for dogs
But why she sang in the shower
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Awesome!
:) Do men always have a problem with the lack of footwear.
I love this piece. It's very evocative. And, flows like the river.
rohu u r awesome!
Sexy.
argh. to drink coffee and talk. how very dire.
But Why She Sang In The Shower.
So difficult to find angst-free poetry these days.
Glad I stumbled on this one.
Oh man, you're good!
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