Like No Other

Oh, he looked cute.
But I restrained my smile,
not wanting to be misunderstood.
“Cute” is not something that would
sit well with this manly man of mine.
But there he stood, wearing his
broad-brimmed straw hat
above two fat, round headphones,
that looked for all the world like
a couple of big, black earmuffs.
There he stood, an unlikely cross
between Pancho Villa and
Nanook of the North.
He was off to mow acres of grass
and the headphones would deliver
accounts of Supreme Court cases
to his lawyerly ears, while
the sombrero would keep his
virile brain from overheating.
This man is like none I’ve ever known,
and there I stood, suppressing a smile
that could barely be suppressed.

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About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard, doing things with my grandsons and spending time with my beau on his beautiful 22 acres in north central Florida.
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