Goddess
At mid summer
the goddess appeared,
and bestowed her sultry stare,
and emerald eyes,
upon that boy,
who waited until old age to even
open half an eye,
his hands and legs weary from the toil of redundancy,
of striking down another one,
like all the others he turned out,
like frisky yearlings,
into the snow filled wonderland of pasture,
where they bonded, frolicking together,
and never returned.
the goddess gave him half a minute,
til he shrugged and said
"she left me too."
Copyright © Kathryn Sweeney | Year Posted 2018
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