Simply Gorgeous

 

It was a Shakespearian,

Or whoever wrote those things

Kind of day,

Maybe more like a

Monty Python or

Stepping into a Benny Hill

Skit,

A lady with a Seeing Eye dog

Picking through pins and needles

At the sewing store,

A man with a floor length

Light blue cape thumbing

Through bibles at the Christian Corner,

The regular groups

Of one standing here and there

In the pushing on empty mall,

An editing call hinting

That I may have an online stalker,

I’m waiting for Yakety Sax

To break out from out of the blue

When a note wondering about love

Arrives with a picture,

I am whisked back,

Way back, to find myself

Bowing Camelot like

To a Lady who is

Simply gorgeous.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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