Attractions

Attractions

Those vivid souls
Blazing through
Our pedestrian days
Draw us like moths --
Or small children
Pressing our noses to
The candy display.
We long for their
Bright heat,
The syrup of their smiles.

But there is this to be said
for understated virtue ...
Patient, steadfast, they are
The solid rocks in the
Turbulent riffles of life.

Myself, I'll fall every time
For that quirky humor --
I'm yours, if you make me laugh.

Betsy McKenzie
June 26, 2007