Little Bo Peep’s Awakening
She wore a cotton dress on a warm
and sunny day
slightly off-white and sleeveless
complementing and accentuating
her light brown skin
He wore his casual Sunday best
white button-down oxford shirt
starkly contrasting pleated charcoal slacks
Sitting on park bench imagining
her breathing slows
her inner thoughts pressing on
unaware of sights and sounds passing by
before her eyes
From out of the fold he reappears
like a lost lamb
wandering most aimlessly
a blot on the vastness of her dreamscape
off-black yet bright
november two thousand sixteen
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I fear this encounter may not end well.
I suppose you never know with these nursery rhymes!
I think he’s in for a nice ride, or wander through fields, but he should near the back of the flock, in case they head for the cliffs
I think you are on to something here – never want to follow too closely….
This is like a French movie for me.