Friday, August 19, 2011

Shadow

This is dedicated to my friend, who missed me. You are more precious to me than you know.

Shadow

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.


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13 comments:

Brian Miller said...

that is some friend you got there...smiles...soap scent on the shirt is a great touch... good to see you...

Fireblossom said...

Brian, 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."

Heaven said...

A sweet friend she is...

Thanks for this...have a lovely weekend ~

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh so lovely to see you posting, and this is beautiful and sweet. I knew you were the Pretty Girl - because you are!

Sioux said...

"...stitchery to a squirrel...like soap scent into a favorite shirt..."

What lovely phrases. It was great to see a post from you, Shay.

hedgewitch said...

Let's face it, we Pretty Ones have to stick together--because, the bitches.

The 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.

nene said...

Hey, 'pretty girl', it's good to see you again.

Lydia said...

This came from a sweet place in you and I loved it.

ellen abbott said...

Our quiet constant companion.

Mama Zen said...

Love this, Pretty Girl!

Lolamouse said...

So good to see you back! Ah, you can't teach those squirrels anything, much less stitchery! Glad you're writing again, Pretty Girl.

Jack said...

Soap scent/favorite shirt.

Brilliant.

Lynn said...

Lovely.