from 'these fair days'
No Longer Children
Colt walks Laura to the door.
They kiss goodnight.
She leans into him.
He holds her.
Laura says it doesn’t matter.
Colt knows it does.
Not much makes sense to Colt
but hard work
and ridin’ the prairie.
It’s what he’s good at.
Now this.
Laura makes sense.
This is right.
It needs to be sorted out.
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2020-05-06 at 02:32
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