Putting her unadorned baggy white dress on
Leaving so much to the imagination that it hurt to even try to fantasize anything about her
And piling her hair up under her uninspiring hat
It gave the world the perfect vanilla picture she craved them to know
Nobody would expect the wildness contained therein until it was too late
Giving his new teammate a fist bump seemed to be the perfect greeting
Relaxed yet said, “I feel you, my brother.”
Except the next person came up and started a whole ritual
Exchanging high fives, bows, spins, hops and ended with a modified Cossack Dance
That’s when it dawned on him that maybe he didn’t know how to …
Whimsical pondering about how everything works
Observing the universe and attempting to understand the underpinnings
Never being settled with almost right, but wanting perfect information
Determining how everything began, how it will end, and everything in between
Except perfect information is not available, so instead we guess and see how close we get
Remembering when we get things wrong it becomes a starting point for something new
Pliable emotions allowed them to bend and not break
Letting the couple withstand so many of life’s issues
And it also let their souls meld into a perfect fit with each other
So it was no surprise to those around that as their features morphed by time’s hands
That it didn’t make a difference to the beauty they saw in each other
It was inspirational to view, to feel
Can something like that be recycled for the betterment of society?
So many people together in close proximity
Ordinarily that could be a fun time for the crowd
Covid changed that dynamic greatly
It forced us to find other ways to be close while being farther apart
And while it wasn’t perfect, it was sometimes enough
Letting us dip our toes into the sea of being…
He rubbed his bald head in frustration
All his follicles had rebelled so young
It made him wonder what he did to them to make them hate him
Really they just wanted to show off his head’s perfect shape
Being depressed on a day where light rains down from a robin’s egg sky
Leaves her wanting to curse up and down for feeling blah on such a perfect day
Ultimately, she goes to her safe space, puts on some B.B. King, and curls up in a ball
Enveloped in her azure blanket, she lets loose her own rain
Slicing through all the bull that was in his way
He cut to the heart of the matter with his acerbic wit
All the while looking damn good doing it
Reaching for a his negroni he took a satisfyingly bitter sip
Punctuating a perfect performance
Perfect doughnuts penetrated my persnickety consciousness
All demanding my devotion to their deliciousness
So I complied, completely cashing out with my confections
Taking titillating bite after bite to toast my triumph
Realize that these rare respites from my diet restrictions
Yields too many yummy yeast infused carbs for my blood sugar
My valentine cast a spell on me
As she breathed out the words “I do”,
Giving me that moment I had been craving my whole life.
It was too perfect.
Could this all be an illusion?
Abdi Mohammed
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