Flying

When you fly to the coast
Find yourself a fella
Who will be Prince Charming
To your Cinderella.
Then, go find yourselves
A little soft sand beach
Full of the happy promise
That True Love is in reach.
Dance into the sunset;
Talk until the sunrise;
Each enchanted by something
Deep in each other’s eyes.
Then, you fly back home
And…he doesn’t call?
You start to think:
Love can’t be true at all.
So, okay, he was nice;
Maybe he’s just a friend.
But, surprise, the phone chimes— IT’S HIM!
“Just flew into town. Are you busy this weekend?”

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on July 18, 2014, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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