American Woman

 American Woman

Were I not sixty old and married young, I think I’d absolutely despair. I know that I am basing my narrow despair from what I come upon in my forays to docks about town.  The other evening, one such came with one of those little short rods with the zebco and began fishing beside me. Like I said, were I not, this person with the personification of a long ago flame, I do think I’d have thought, my days of despair have found their end. The Osprey came and broke the spell beside me. American woman, stay away from me.