The other woman

I spoke to the other woman

in the field where grass blades bend,

watched her lips form around vowels

that had nothing to do with us,

splinters flying off bark of the puzzle piece tree,

long stemmed words flipping small green seeds

not yet ripe

back and forth on the cliffs above the gulley

“He loves me , he loves me not”

(He didn’t love her but I don’t think he loved me either)

hard strained wind in our breaths pushing hair into each other’s eyes

forcing us to listen to your voice slithering in the grass

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      • WELL, I DROPPED POUT OF IT A WHILE—DEPRESSION AND OTHER INTERESTS. I’VE FOUND THIS HEALTHIER THAN FINDING LOVE ON LINE—-AND LESS EXPENSIVE—-MY WIFE OF 35 YEARS PASSEDAWAY THIS JUST PAST JULY AFTR LONG ILLNESS. GETTING MY WHIMSEY BACK! SHALL WE SEE MORE OF YOU?

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      • Wow! Jonathan I am proud of u.. fighting hard for ur comeback!! I’m so so sorry to hear about ur wife… yes lol , blogging is much healthier than love online… that has been my experience as well.. I have discovered that I enjoy the peaceful single life I have with my adult daughter.. we are both writers.. loved by Jesus.. and there is much He has called us to..
        I am glad u are getting ur whimsy back. I have always enjoyed it.
        Where was that whimsy hiding anyway? Behind a tree? Or wading beyond those bushes in the creek? Glad it’s a loyal creature.. and comes back when you whistle for it:)
        I think I will be here more again yes… but am very much waiting on the Lord to guide my moments so I will see…

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