She: A Verbal Portrait
A Poem by Brigid Cooley
She is like the ocean; constant and yet, always moving.
Always up for a challenge; always on an adventure.
She is a sailor's mouth with a siren's laugh.
She is a navigator; she knows all the shortcuts, but sometimes she takes the wrong turn.
She is a maker of memory maps.
She is always up for the journey, no matter the destination.
She is a puzzle piece; an old country song you forgot about but rediscovered.
She is strong shoulders, good for carrying the weight of the world, and ears that were made for listening.
She is the inside joke that gets funnier every time.
She is a mess, with muddy jeans and tangled hair; a half interrupted song and makeup scattered around the room.
She is a lot of things that I will never be able to put to word, and yet, here I go...foolishly trying.
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