JUST MAYBE(c) Singleton 2008
Now featured at
Cafe Press....
Peace, love, maybe
He flittered down,
in his patent leather suit,
black and yellow pin-striped,
talking to my soul....
strutting on the fence line
daring me to follow him,
chase him,
dance with him....
the butterfly with zebra lines
and tell-tale wings....
But I didn't.
And he flew away.....
The elusive dream wrapped temptress.
Bathwater days turned cold and
wet
and nights grew hour by
lonely hour longer
until I knew...
Until I danced to patent leather
music,
the tribal sound of
"Come hither",
primal background noise
filtering,
flooding,
pushing me on...
Until I crossed the fenceline.....
And he whispered
through the haze,
"I'm so glad you came to get me..."
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