The Lovelorn Poet from Gulfport-Biloxi, MS wrote:
“She was absolutely stunning. Walking the opposite direction. In about six seconds, my form was perfect. Chest out, shoulders back (I think peacock feathers sprouted from my ass). . ..And I’ll be damned if I didn’t keep my form for the last mile and a half. …wondering if it would have been creepy to have turned around and walked with her???”
What a wonderful piece of writing you have provided us Mississippi poet! Your description of physical exertion after a previous night of overindulgence resonates with many. How easy it is to neglect form and appearance when we’re just trying to “get through it.” But as your experience illustrates, a little external motivation can do wonders. Keep running that bridge, my friend – those sprouted feathers are bound to attract some attention.
Gentle Readers: In reviewing the events that transpired on the bridge, what advice can we give to our peacock feathered poet? Is unsolicited conversation by a “glistening” jogger ever acceptable and welcomed? Maybe?