Not to change the subject but...

I wasn't expecting anything...

So this is what he wrote to me...
In the midst of a simple online conversation.
He a former top college team roper.
Now just a work a day sort of guy, with his own take on perfect...

I'd never read anything
Quite so illustrative
And yet because it came via online, and this is the world of
Identity fraud and impersonation...

You just have to wonder...

Could someone like this be real
Not a script writer...
Not a poser
Not an illusion
Not anything but himself...

Whoever that may be.

~ ~ ~

"...I wanna woo yuh
and romance yuh
till yur heart
skips a beat
and yur outta breathe
standing there
in the summer moonlight
with the toads croakin
telling me that...
and my horse Patch's breath
is condensing out
of his flared nostrils
as we both look down
at you
on yur back
and elbows
in plowed
stubble wheat field..."

~ ~ ~

I guess just knowing anyone could write something like that affims faith
that true colors, originality, and heartbeat still counts for something.

Somewhere.