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The Scarf~Life Moves On

I walk into a grocery

to do my shopping.

I grab a cart;

and in the basket,

a scarf.

I hold it up...soft wool,

brown, beige and rust striped.

I hold it to my nose...

and catch the scent of a clean,

healthy young woman.

I close my eyes and imagine.

 

She's vibrant and pretty

in the fullness of life.

Small with firm *******

and wide welcoming hips...

her eyes brown,

with long dark hair bounded

by a soft wool scarf.

Maybe she's an art student...

meeting up with her lover.

Its a cool late autumn day,

and flushed faces show

the pleasure of their meeting.

Holding hands

they shuffle through the fallen leaves

planning for a future

blissfully unaware

of how now shapes us more.

They go shopping for dinner,

and she accidentally

leaves the scarf behind.

Some paths close now,

others open

and life moves on.

 

I open my eyes smiling

and gently fold the scarf.

Laying it down

I think

it will make a lovely addition

to my collection.

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Written by
stratton-wayne-stclair
64 / M / American
Published
Apr 26, 2010
Lines·Words
40·172
Notes

The parts about finding the scarf is true and it did smell of a healthy, clean young woman, and I did keep it.

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