Lost and Found At Cushing
She’s found.
The one who left her Cashmere coat
in plain sight after the movie.
I didn’t know her.
I had no idea what I had found
at the end of my search.
She was beautiful.
The warm smile and sparkling eyes
looked at me.
“Hi...
Did you forget your coat,” I stared;
this had never happened to me.
And later, after we got her coat on,
She took my arm and leaned into my side
as we walked to say good night at her door.
New warmth overwhelmed an enlarged thirsty heart.
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