Companions
A brace of beauties, they are,
long-legged, gleaming
long red hair falling
coquettishly over their
doe-eyed faces that
could grace a calendar
boasting feminine grace.
They stroll easily and
confidently together
no doubt sharing a
secret language to
confide their innermost
thoughts. It is as though
they are joined at the hip,
as the saying goes, but
in fact it is a leash that
joins them in their intimate
camaraderie, a lissome young
woman walking her Irish Setter,
each with bronze hair pluming
in the wind, a felicitous
cross-species pairing.
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Labels:
Poetry
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