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.

 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2020-05-06 at 02:32

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
There's a beautiful story beneath these lines. For the past week or two, I tried concentrating on writing fiction, but in vain. This one with its sparse details leaves so much room for readers to ponder and fill.
2020-05-07