|Worried or just somewhere else?|
Or maybe, it's the fiery valentine of his youth. You know, the what if's... how did it go so blue, so fast?
It's not like just 'cuz he's elderly or retired that his mind can't drift to the ones that somehow got away... or never really had.
Maybe, it is about that week long trip to the lakes of Minnesota. The one that got away, nah!
"Hotter than a peppered sprout," he thinks. "Baton Rouge, back then, seemed so far away,"
"Hell, it was my fault... I never should've have been so cool, so distant. I came off aloof 'cuz somehow I thought that's what she wanted. Damn plowboy, that's all... a damn plowboy!"
"Damn and I had so many too choose from. Yeh, that's your problem... or was!"
"And you were so close. So close you could taste it. The things I could have done... Ah, just the thought of it and...
"Honey, you gonna finish those hash browns? 'Cuz if you're not, I'll take 'em!"
Then he moved and the moments lost in the blink of an eye and I continue to wonder as I continue to now draw from memory, "Just what was he thinking about?"
But, it was all gone and it was just a sketch!
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