No one ever could teach me anything;
No more than
You'd try to teach stitchery to a squirrel.
Still, some things settle in anyway,
Like soap scent into a favorite shirt,
So that suddenly,
There I am riding with the sun at my back
And I see her,
My long-haired shadow--
The one I call
Pretty Girl.
that is some friend you got there...smiles...soap scent on the shirt is a great touch... good to see you...
ReplyDeleteBrian, I was riding on my bike several days ago, when I noticed my shadow self riding just ahead of me. I was coming from the store where the checker had been kind of a bitch to me, and I said to my shadow, "never mind, Pretty Girl."
ReplyDeleteA sweet friend she is...
ReplyDeleteThanks for this...have a lovely weekend ~
Oh so lovely to see you posting, and this is beautiful and sweet. I knew you were the Pretty Girl - because you are!
ReplyDelete"...stitchery to a squirrel...like soap scent into a favorite shirt..."
ReplyDeleteWhat lovely phrases. It was great to see a post from you, Shay.
Let's face it, we Pretty Ones have to stick together--because, the bitches.
ReplyDeleteThe whole world is a better place tonight for me after reading this. Thanks for wrestling your pen into submission long enough to post it for us all, who have missed you. A LOT.
Hey, 'pretty girl', it's good to see you again.
ReplyDeleteThis came from a sweet place in you and I loved it.
ReplyDeleteOur quiet constant companion.
ReplyDeleteLove this, Pretty Girl!
ReplyDeleteSo good to see you back! Ah, you can't teach those squirrels anything, much less stitchery! Glad you're writing again, Pretty Girl.
ReplyDeleteSoap scent/favorite shirt.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant.
Lovely.
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