Thursday, April 22, 2010

April 22 Goldilocks

She and Baby Bear remained friends for many years.

They corresponded regularly in the warm months,

she in her nearly perfect script

he in his childish scrawl.

She never married,

never found anyone “just right,”

having grown accustomed to the coarseness

of winter fur tinged with the scent

of gristle and bone.

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