Photo by Fredrik Öhlander on Unsplash At first she was so coy and proud gazing restless beyond the crowd, I’d see her as I walked to work a pleasant start each day as clerk She’d move to get a better view the town, the folk, the skylines’ hue I changed my path closer to be her second story balcony She always stood for me to see her restless presence followed me, I came to need her sullen glance and dreamt a prelude to romance In the cold light of winter’s glow my lady braved the fallen snow When soon the atmosphere was clear her absence turned my joy to fear Did she succumb to sad lament? Or was her bosom Heaven bent? I had to know her fate reposed her gift of love was self-imposed Her confession I would endure the sordid details I would hear I rang the bell with great distress wish not disturb the house in rest Yet when my inquiry was heard their celebration was absurd Dancing in the street with folly only served my melancholy The choice of fool was mine for free a mannequin she came to be Michael Vines is a freelance writer who lives in South-Central Kentucky. His "Slice of Life" essays have been published in statewide newspapers and Amazon Kindle ("Ain't Life Peachy")
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