She’s funny–she’s smart–she’s a writer with a druid–what more can you ask for?
D: A . . . A, I don’t quite know what to say.
A: Oh boy, here we go –
D: It’s just that you complained so bitterly. And really you just don’t have a poetic soul. How I ever landed in your mind is a mystery. I mean, sure you’re Irish, but you’re not even maudlin about it. Must be these warm Midwestern summers.
A: Is this you not knowing what to say? Really?
D: The words I’m looking for don’t come easy, A. I’m talking about the poem you wrote for the Community Storyboard, the one for this week’s prompt on angst and longing. I . . . I knew you could do it.
A: You did? Um . . . . Well – thank you, D. Of course, I think you had something to do with it. Angst and longing are rather your department.
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