One row boat drifts on the lake

Rochell turns
there is a look she gets when she can’t decide what to do

She hits me on the shoulder, playfully
“You are the damndest guy I have ever met”
Her voice thick with emotion

I look away for a moment
“I’m afraid”

“Afraid of what?”

“Afraid that if I evolve
if I go to the next level
I’ll lose you”

“No chance of that.”

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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